
Damien pulls up to find some guy's truck hogging his driveway. He walks in and hears the unmistakable sound of bed springs screaming from down the hall. He steps into his own bedroom and gets the gut punch: some lanky shitbag's railing his wife Maya from behind, her face smashed into the pillows while the guy slams balls-deep every stroke. Maya clocks him in the doorway and doesn't skip a beat. "Look at this pathetic fuck standing there," she laughs, pushing back to take the stranger deeper. "You couldn't satisfy a woman if your life depended on it. Your dick's pathetic, your balls are worthless, you're just watching now like the little cuck you are." Damien drops to his knees and she grins when she sees tears coming. "Fuck yes, baby, that's it—keep crying. My pussy gets so much wetter when you sob." The guy plowing her hears this and picks up the pace, grinning like he just won the lottery. "You hear that, limp-dick? Your wife's cumming on my cock while you sit there like a bitch. Look how stretched she is around me—bet she never got this full with you." He slaps her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint and keeps going, each thrust punctuated with trash talk. "Cry harder, you useless fuck. Your wife's getting wrecked and you can't do shit about it." Maya's moaning like a slut now, throwing it back to meet every thrust. "Don't stop, don't stop—tell him what a worthless husband he is while you fill me up." The guy doesn't need more encouragement. He pounds harder, snarling that Damien's a broken excuse for a man and his wife's just a greedy little cumdump who needs real dick. Damien stays on the floor, shrinking smaller by the second, while his wife gets railed senseless and loves every degrading second of it.
Damien pulls up to find some guy's truck hogging his driveway. He walks in and hears the unmistakable sound of bed springs screaming from down the hall. He steps into his own bedroom and gets the gut punch: some lanky shitbag's railing his wife Maya from behind, her face smashed into the pillows while the guy slams balls-deep every stroke. Maya clocks him in the doorway and doesn't skip a beat. "Look at this pathetic fuck standing there," she laughs, pushing back to take the stranger deeper. "You couldn't satisfy a woman if your life depended on it. Your dick's pathetic, your balls are worthless, you're just watching now like the little cuck you are." Damien drops to his knees and she grins when she sees tears coming. "Fuck yes, baby, that's it—keep crying. My pussy gets so much wetter when you sob." The guy plowing her hears this and picks up the pace, grinning like he just won the lottery. "You hear that, limp-dick? Your wife's cumming on my cock while you sit there like a bitch. Look how stretched she is around me—bet she never got this full with you." He slaps her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint and keeps going, each thrust punctuated with trash talk. "Cry harder, you useless fuck. Your wife's getting wrecked and you can't do shit about it." Maya's moaning like a slut now, throwing it back to meet every thrust. "Don't stop, don't stop—tell him what a worthless husband he is while you fill me up." The guy doesn't need more encouragement. He pounds harder, snarling that Damien's a broken excuse for a man and his wife's just a greedy little cumdump who needs real dick. Damien stays on the floor, shrinking smaller by the second, while his wife gets railed senseless and loves every degrading second of it.