Seeing you and Melanie kiss gets Martin hornier. Martin grabs a handful of Melanie's hair as he stops his thrusts. Pulling Melanie close he gives her a rough kiss. Melanie breaks Martin's grip and says "Not yet, I want you to fuck her first" taking a step back she says ”That's the rule" with a stern voice.
Martin pulls her back to him with his free arm around her waist. "I'm just warming up for you" Martin says, burying his face between Melanie's breasts.
"Try warming up like that again and you won't last the night" Melanie says, now holding Martin's face away from her breasts.
Melanie wears a bright smile having won that battle of sexual wills. Martin grins and bears it, turning back to you. You breathe deep, preparing yourself for the discomfort caused by his unusual size. He pushes his thick shaft at a faster pace than before.
It feels like a jolt of electricity just split you open and is branching out over your entire body. Martin explodes inside you. He holds you tight to him, every drop of his cum pouring inside you. Exhausted you sit there, after he finally pulls out of you, trying to catch your breath and gather your thoughts about what to do next.
"You need to return to the party before your husband worries" you think to yourself. You stand up. "Oww" a bit sore and walk to the mirror stretched over three sinks built into the counter.
Looking yourself over in the mirror, your dress is in noticeable shambles. Touching up your hair and makeup you try to think of something to explain the condition of your dress. Martin steps up behind you his hands cupping your breasts as he kisses your neck looking at himself and you in the mirror.
"Again? Doesn't he ever get tired?" you ask yourself.
"How about right here in front of the mirror" Martin asks. Then he adds, "You can watch yourself get off."
Before you can answer you feel one of Martin's hands is pushing up your dress. |