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Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... Mona's face, forcing her to stare upward at her groin. Mona screamed up at her. Jane laughed, "Thanks for being so patient. Here comes your reward!"

Mona screamed a shrill trill, her throat hurting from its raw shredding vibration. She shook and strained until it hurt, but she didn't move at all. Her mouth was held open by the ring gag, directly under Jane's vagina. She watched helplessly as a white trail of her husband's cum slid down, sliding into her mouth. She retched, but fought not to--she couldn't afford to vomit with this gag, she could drown in it. Another few globs fell down, tasting of bitterness, saltiness, and flavorless mucus mucus. Jane wiggled her hips, asking, "You get all that you wanted? You're his wife, after all, you should get your fill. Here, there might be a little left on-tap."

She reached up, grabbing Chet's dick at the base, then gripped down hard and squeezed up to its tip, rolling up it like a tube of toothpaste to produce another glob of white liquid. Jane sucked it up into her mouth, then leaned back down to Mona, holding her head straight, and spit it into her open mouth. Mona stared up in horror, tasting the mixture in her mouth. Jane sat on Mona's stomach, holding her head in-place, stroking it. She said, "Now be a good dog and eat it. I won't let you turn your head until you do."

Mona closed her eyes and swallowed. It didn't all go down at once, but she got it after a few attempts. She shuddered. Jane had come to life after her ...

... railing, and intimated purred into Mona's ear, "Did you like it? He gave me a whole lot. You must've been really worked up. Saving for days. Weeks?"

Tears fell down Mona's face. Jane licked them. She got up, and announced, "Alright, it's still early. So, for the rest of today I'm going to keep taking backshots until I sleep. But first, I'll get everybody rehydrated."

She did, pouring water for her captives and raising Mona up to be seated properly in front of her husband. Then, she got back to work. Chet begged her to stop. Mona cried the rest of the day, watching this woman fucking her husband for hours. Eventually, Chet stopped talking, accepting the situation. The room was just the sound of slaps, Jane's sex sounds, and the television playing much of the same. Jane grinded on him in reverse cowgirl until he emptied inside her again. She got onto her knees and blew him until he was hard again, then took him to the edge and kept him there for minutes until she took him back into herself and had him finish inside her again. She lay on the ground, using her feet to jack him off--Mona didn't even know that could be pleasant--but it clearly got the job done as she felt him cum again and barely managed to get the first shot into her vagina.

The sun set. How was he still getting hard? Was he enjoying this? Mona looked into his face, but his eyes had closed hours ago. Was he ashamed? Or, was he immersed in the experience? Jane started mirroring moves from the television. A ...