The Conception: Your Wife Breeds With Another Man

Your wife Ryan Keely didn't wait. While you were gone she turned the spare room into a camera set and invited her boxing coach over. Stirling Cooper stands a head taller than you, thick arms, the kind of man who makes other men step aside. She hits record, gets on her knees, and shows you exactly how fast her lips stretch around a cock that dwarfs yours. He licks her until her legs shake, fingers knuckle-deep, twisting, pulling wet sounds out of her that you never managed. When she finally begs, he bends her over the bed, slams in hard enough to make her tits swing. POV footage captures every sloppy inch disappearing down her throat, then spreading her open from behind, on her back, any way that makes her scream louder than the last. She rides him next, facing the lens, spreading her ass cheeks so you can watch his thickness disappear again and again. Her moans turn ragged. She cums until she loses count, shaking, gasping. Only then does she plant both hands on his chest and plead for his load. He floods her deep; when he pulls out, thick white ropes spill down her thigh. She scoops a little, smears it across your pillow, leaves the stain for you to sleep on. You get the leftovers. That's your role in this.