Between the lines of love

Show Out

I ensured she was positioned perfectly, front and center, and it wasn't long before my wife's pussy began to glisten with anticipation. I began rubbing her clit gently, my fingers moving in a slow, deliberate circle. The soft pressure and rhythmic motion made her start to grind against my hand, and I couldn't help but smile, watching her response with pleasure. Ever since I'd brought her back into my arms, she'd turned into a pliant, eager presence, almost as if she were molded by my touch. It was evident she missed me deeply, and I felt the same way, my longing mirrored in our intimate connection.

I descended to her opening, my fingers brushing against her slick, heated flesh. The sensation of her growing wetness was intoxicating. "Ooh, good girl," I whispered, savoring the taste of her essence as I licked my fingers.

"Keep your eyes locked on the bitch, and don't look away," I instructed with a commanding tone. I knew she would comply without hesitation. My fingers glided over her clit with a slow, teasing rhythm, savoring each delicate touch.

"Who are you wet for, Monique?" | asked, my voice a deep, throbbing whisper. Her breath hitched, and a soft, trembling whimper escaped her lips. "You, Daddy," she moaned, her voice laced with need.
"And what's my name, Monique?" | demanded, my gaze fixed intently on her. "Penda," she gasped, her voice a strained murmur. "Taraji Penda Barrino."

I glanced at the scene unfolding before me, a sense of satisfaction settling over me. "This is what happens when you ask but don't take," I said, my voice steady and commanding. "You'd never get this from her. You owe her your life; she's the reason you aren't drifting aimlessly across the country."

Her eyes were filling with tears, a mixture of fear and resignation. I let out a soft, mocking smile. "Aww, you really are in love with my wife, aren't you? Is seeing this breaking your heart?"

I laughed, the sound rich with dark amusement. "Well, get ready to be shattered, bitch."

With that, I strapped on Mo's favorite dick, feeling the familiar weight settle comfortably. I moved with purpose, lifting her and positioning her directly on top of me. I then reclined back onto the desk, our bodies aligning perfectly.

"Show out," I instructed firmly. Mo's eyes lit up with excitement as she looked at me, a gleam of anticipation in her gaze. "Yes, Daddy," she replied eagerly. "Show her how you handle it, princess. Give her a display she won't forget, so she can truly understand what she's missing out on."

My princess immediately began to follow my directions, her movements becoming a flawless execution of the command. With each action, she demonstrated exactly what I had in mind, ensuring that the show was nothing short of captivating.

She began riding me slowly and passionately, her eyes locked onto mine as she bit her lip, whispering "I love you, daddy" in a breathy, intimate tone. Her gaze then shifted to Isabelle, who was watching with a mix of sadness and desperation. Moving with deliberate, sensuous grace, she positioned herself in reverse cowgirl, fully embracing the length, her movements rhythmic and tantalizing. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through her body. She started twerking on it while looking back at me driving me wild. She turned around with it still inside her and busted a split making eyes contact with Isabelle almost laughing at her agony.

She then stood up almost in a squat and started bouncing on my dick I could tell she was close to climax. Struggling to maintain my composure, I took her face gently and urged her to give it everything she had. She cupped her alluring, chocolate-hued breasts and let herself go, using her other hand to stimulate her clit. Her balance and grace were truly impressive.

I saw her stomach muscles tense as her orgasm grew, and shortly after, l watched the waterworks rain all over me. The warmth of her release mingled with the heat of our bodies, creating an intoxicating mix of pleasure and urgency. Gently, I lifted her from my midsection to my face, savoring the sweet taste of her ecstasy. Each drop was a treasure, too precious to waste.
My tongue traced her sweet folds, greedily lapping up every bit of her essence. Once done, I turned my attention to Isabelle, who stood before me as a ball of emotional fury. Her eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and frustration, her clenched fists trembling slightly at her sides. Despite the intensity of her emotions, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement. I smiled, allowing a calm, measured expression to settle on my face. "I'll handle you later," I said, my voice steady and cold. I saw her face fill with fear.