Brenda sat nervously naked before her husband, as her body tingled with excitement brought on by Mac’s electrical fingers. Brenda’s drunken state only fueled her body’s natural building fire. Her nipples jutted out as the dark pink skin puckered at the base, as the fingers pinched and twisted the rubbery flesh. Her breathing increased in tempo, and her eyes glazed over, making it obvious she was enjoying the attention.
Brenda’s eyes fluttered as the sensations quickly swept through her body, settling in the growing pool of wetness between her legs. She avoided making contact with Mitch’s eyes, knowing it was wrong to be excited by something so wrong; however, her body was betraying her mind, which fought desperately with itself. Her eyes darted quickly to Vito and Vinnie, and her mind recalled the images of their double-fisted appendages. As Mac’s fingers tugged her teats, she briefly caught sight of Mitch staring in disbelief just before she rolled her eyes back in their sockets.
Brenda was raised from her seat, so that she now stood at the edge of the table. Carmine had moved the chair out of the way so that Mac could press his body up against the bare-chested beauty. Brenda immediately felt a knowing bulge press between her ass cheeks as Mac wrapped his arms around her. He resumed pawing her perfect mountains, running his hands all over her quivering flesh. Brenda was flushed, as the heat enveloped her body, feeling his hands roam quickly from her neck, over her sensitive mounds, down to the hem of her skirt, and back again. She couldn’t help herself when she dropped her head back, resting it on Mac’s shoulder, feeling his hot breath on her neck, and in her ear.
Mac continued tormenting his prized possession, driving her to the point of no return. It didn’t take long, before Brenda began grinding back against his growing bulge. Mac knew she was nearing that point to which he wanted to push her. He waited for *HER* to give the signal, signifying her subjugation, and the ultimate humiliation for Mitch.
The feeling was too intense for Brenda; she couldn’t hold back any longer. The wetness between her legs was spilling out and running in little rivulets down her thighs. The electrical sensations in her chest altered her heartbeat, causing it to race at increasing speeds. Reflexively, and unknowingly, Brenda’s hands drifted back, grasping Mac’s hips, and pulled him tighter into her. Her rolling hips ground her ass sensuously against the erect, throbbing member behind her. Then, as if possessed by some demon, Brenda’s eyes flew open, staring into a vacuous void, and rolled back into their sockets, just before she cried out, “Oh GOD… YEEESSSSSSSSS!”
At that very instant, Brenda was slammed forward onto the table, her tits mashed against the polished oak. Brenda’s head was directly in front of her husband, but turned to the side. Her hair was strewn wildly about the table. Her black skirt was hoisted above her waist, and her damp, white, high-hip panties were pulled down to her ankles. Brenda willingly stepped out of them as she spread her legs, making room for Mac to maneuver between them.
Mac wasted no time, freeing his purple-headed snake; he pressed it against the visibly wet, flowered opening. Pushing forward, he echoed Brenda’s grunt, as they released the pent up air in their lungs. Mac slid his eight-inch cock into Brenda’s moist cavern in one slow, luxuriating thrust. He relished the feeling of tightness give way to accommodation. Brenda’s wet womb eagerly welcomed the warm flesh, enveloping it in its entirety. She was oblivious to her surroundings as she eagerly pushed back, trying to lodge the lancet deeper. Mac pulled back, only to thrust in again, driving Brenda into the table. Slowly, the tempo picked up pace. Within several minutes, the two were fucking like jackrabbits.
Mitch stared, slack jawed as his wife was willingly getting nailed by the loan shark. Again, Mitch was torn between the anger, the humiliation, and the excitement. For some strange reason, Mitch could feel his manhood straining for release as he watched his bride buck wildly against the table, only a foot away from where he sat. He was glad his boner was hidden beneath the table.
Mac stared at Mitch as he felt himself nearing the boiling point. Mitch, however, kept his eyes glued on Brenda. Mac felt his balls tighten, and could feel the building pressure at the base of his rod. He screamed out as his cock pulsed inside the wet glove, just before spitting out his hot seed, plastering her moist walls.
Brenda, upon feeling the hot lava erupt inside, crested her own wave, screaming out her release of built up energy. She collapsed on the table, heaving and gasping for air. She could feel the molten fluid pooling in her cavern as the rapidly deflating cock slipped from her grip. Unable to move, Brenda lay motionless atop the table; her legs dangling over the side; excess cum seeping from her hole, trickling down her left thigh.
Mac quickly made himself presentable, and sat back into his designated chair.
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