FAZER LOGIN“Tell him you’re mine now,” he growled, spanking my ass again. “Tell him you’re going to let me fill this pussy every time he’s not around.”
“I’m your cumdump, Jake,” I cried out, voice hoarse and broken. “I’m going to let your brother fuck me whenever he wants. His cum is going to be leaking out of me while I talk to you on the phone. I’m never letting your tiny dick touch me again—”
Alex groaned loudly and reached around to rub my clit again. The combination of his thick cock hammering my G-spot and his fingers on my swollen nub sent me spiraling toward another orgasm.
“Gonna cum inside you,” he warned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Gonna pump this pussy full of my load. You want that, Mia? You want your ex-boyfriend’s brother breeding you on his own couch?”
“Yes!” I screamed, completely lost in the filth. “Cum inside me— fill me up! Breed me while he watches!”
With a deep, animalistic roar Alex buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock swell and pulse as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside me, flooding my womb. The sensation pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, my pussy milking every drop from him, my juices mixing with his seed as it overflowed and dripped down my thighs onto the cushions.
He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly, making sure every last spurt stayed inside me. When he finally pulled out, a thick white river of cum poured from my gaping pussy, running obscenely down my legs.
Alex picked up the phone, still recording, and zoomed in on the messy creampie leaking from me.
“Say goodbye to Jake, Mia.”
Still panting, covered in sweat and cum, I looked into the camera with a wicked, satisfied smile.
“Hope you enjoyed the show, baby. Don’t bother calling. I’ll be too busy getting fucked by your brother.”
Alex stopped the recording and tossed the phone aside.
He didn’t give me any time to recover. He pulled me up from the couch, his cum still leaking down my thighs, and spun me around so I was facing away from him. With one strong hand on my back, he bent me over the armrest of the couch — the same armrest Jake used to rest his head on while watching TV.
“Hands on the cushion,” he ordered, voice rough. “Ass up high. I want to fuck you from behind while you watch the city lights outside.”
I braced my hands on the soft cushion, arching my back deeply and spreading my legs. My ass was presented perfectly, pussy still gaping slightly from the rough pounding, thick white cum slowly dripping from my used hole. Alex stepped behind me, gripped my hips, and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my messy slit, coating himself in our mixed juices.
Then he pushed back inside me in one long, smooth thrust.
I moaned loudly as he filled me again, the new angle letting him hit even deeper. My tits hung heavy and swayed with every movement. Alex started fucking me with slow, powerful strokes — pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his hips slapping loudly against my ass.
“Fuck, this pussy feels even better from behind,” he groaned. “So wet and sloppy with my cum. You’re such a dirty little creampie slut, Mia.”
I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, loving how full he made me feel. “Deeper— please, Alex. Wreck me.”
He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back as he picked up speed. The wet, filthy sounds of his thick cock plunging into my cum-filled cunt echoed through the living room. Every stroke forced more of his seed out of me, dripping onto the floor in messy strings.
After a few minutes of brutal fucking, Alex slowed down and reached for my phone on the coffee table. He opened the video we’d just recorded, attached it to a message, and typed:
“Enjoy the show, little brother. She’s mine now.”
My heart raced with wicked excitement as he hit send.
The message whooshed away.
Less than thirty seconds later, my phone started ringing.
Jake’s name flashed on the screen.
Alex smirked and answered the call on speakerphone, holding the phone near my face while he kept slowly thrusting into me from behind.
“Hello, Jake,” Alex said calmly, his voice dripping with triumph. His cock continued sliding in and out of my pussy in deep, deliberate strokes.
“Mia? What the fuck is going on?” Jake’s voice came through, panicked and angry. “Is that Alex? What the hell did you do?”
I moaned loudly as Alex gave a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock bumping my cervix. “Hi… Jake,” I gasped, my voice breathy and broken. “Did you watch the video?”
There was a stunned silence on the other end, then Jake exploded. “You fucked my brother?! On our couch?! You goddamn whore—”
Alex chuckled darkly and slammed into me harder, making me cry out. “Watch your mouth, little brother. She’s not your anything anymore. This tight pussy is wrapped around my cock right now. Feel how deep I am, Mia — tell him.”
I gripped the armrest tighter, my tits bouncing wildly. “He’s so deep, Jake… deeper than you’ve ever been. His cock is stretching me so good. I just came twice already and he’s still fucking me.”
Jake’s breathing was ragged. “Mia, stop this right now. This is insane—”
Alex cut him off by pounding me faster, the wet slapping sounds clearly audible over the phone. “Hear that, Jake? That’s the sound of me ruining your ex-girlfriend’s cunt. She’s dripping all over me. Soaking the couch you cheated on.”
I was losing myself in the filth again. The combination of Alex’s thick cock hammering my G-spot and the twisted thrill of talking to Jake while getting fucked was driving me wild. “Jake… he’s so much bigger than you,” I moaned shamelessly. “I squirted all over his face earlier. And when he came… he filled me up so much. His cum is still leaking out of me while he fucks me again.”
Alex reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles. I whimpered, my legs starting to shake.
“Tell him what you are now,” Alex growled, loud enough for Jake to hear.
“I’m Alex’s slut,” I cried out, voice trembling with pleasure. “I’m your brother’s dirty little whore. He can fuck me whenever he wants— in our bed, on this couch, anywhere. And I’m going to let him cum inside me every single time.”
Jake was yelling something, but I could barely hear him over my own moans. Alex fucked me even harder, his balls slapping loudly against my clit with every thrust. The phone was still on speaker, Jake forced to listen to every wet slap, every gasp, every filthy word.
“You’re pathetic, Jake,” Alex taunted, never slowing down. “Couldn’t even keep your own woman satisfied. Now she’s bent over like a bitch in heat taking my cock while you listen.”
I was close again. So close. “Alex— I’m gonna cum again,” I whined. “Right now— while he’s listening—”
“Then cum, baby,” Alex ordered. “Cum loud for your ex-boyfriend.”
The orgasm crashed over me violently. I screamed Alex’s name as my pussy clenched and spasmed around his thick cock, squirting hard once more. Hot fluid sprayed out around his shaft, soaking his balls and the floor. My whole body shook as wave after wave ripped through me.
Alex groaned loudly and buried himself deep, grinding against my ass as he started to cum again. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded my already full pussy, mixing with the previous load and pushing it out in creamy waves that ran down my thighs.
We were both panting when Alex finally pulled the phone closer.
“Still there, Jake?” he asked, voice smug.
There was only heavy breathing and the sound of Jake trying not to cry on the other end.
Alex laughed softly. “Good. Keep listening next time too. I’ll be fucking her every night from now on.”
He ended the call and tossed the phone aside.
I collapsed forward over the armrest, completely spent, cum pouring out of my ruined pussy. Alex gently turned me around and pulled me into his arms on the couch, his strong body warm against mine.
He kissed my forehead, then my lips, surprisingly tender after how rough he’d been.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
I smiled, still trembling, feeling deliciously used and completely satisfied.
“More than okay,” I whispered. “That was the best revenge I’ve ever had.”
Alec's POVI nodded weakly, legs trembling. My body felt used in the best way—sore, satisfied, and already craving more.Alec tucked himself away and helped me straighten my dress, though there was no hiding the flush on my skin or the faint marks on my neck and hips. He kissed me once more, slow and deep this time, a promise in the way his tongue stroked mine.“Tomorrow,” he said against my lips. “When he leaves for work. I’m coming back. And next time, I’m taking my time. I want you in your marital bed, riding my cock until you can’t remember anything but my name.”He slipped out the back door into the night, disappearing over the fence like a shadow.I cleaned up as best I could, wiped the counter, and crept upstairs. Mark was still snoring softly, completely unaware. I slid into bed beside him, feeling Alec’s cum still warm and sticky between my thighs, and stared at the ceiling with a racing heart and a body that already ached for tomorrow.This was only the beginning.The next m
Horny Wife fucks Tattooed Neighbour Part 3Louisa's POVI stood at the bottom of the stairs, heart hammering so loudly I was sure Alec could hear it from the kitchen. Mark had mumbled something about being exhausted and headed straight to the bedroom instead of crashing on the couch like usual. The shower had woken him up just enough to eat, but now the long day was catching up. I’d gone up with him, helped him undress, kissed his forehead like the dutiful wife I was supposed to be. He was already half-asleep when his head hit the pillow.“Love you, Lou,” he’d murmured, eyes closing. “Don’t stay up too late.”I’d whispered it back, the words tasting like ash in my mouth while my body still hummed from Alec’s fingers and the promise burning in his eyes downstairs. Now the bedroom door was shut, the house quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant snore that told me Mark was out cold. He’d sleep like the dead for at least six hours—maybe more after the beer and
Louisa's POVI whimpered, every nerve in my body screaming for him to thrust the rest of the way in, to ruin me right there on the counter while my husband’s car door slammed outside. But terror won by a razor-thin margin.“Stop,” I gasped, the word cracking in my throat. “Alec, stop. He can’t—please.”Alec let out a low, frustrated growl that vibrated against my back, but he pulled back immediately. The thick head of his cock slipped free, leaving me painfully empty and dripping down my thighs. He stepped away just as the garage door began its mechanical rumble.“Fuck,” he muttered, already yanking his jeans up and fastening them with quick, efficient movements. His erection strained obscenely against the denim, a dark wet spot forming where my juices had coated him. He looked feral, chest heaving, eyes still locked on my exposed ass like he wanted to eat me alive.I scrambled off the counter, legs trembling so badly I nearly collapsed. My sundress fell back into place, but it was wr
Louisa's POVThe sound of my own frustrated moan still echoed in my ears when the knock came at the back door.I was bent over the kitchen counter, hands braced on the cool granite, trying to catch my breath after another useless attempt to make myself come. My husband’s text from twenty minutes ago still glowed on my phone screen: Working late again. Don’t wait up. Same message, different day. My fingers had been slick, my clit throbbing, but the orgasm kept slipping away like it always did lately. I yanked my sundress back down over my hips, wiped my hand on a dish towel, and padded barefoot toward the sliding glass door.Alec stood on the other side of the glass, shirtless, sweat glistening on the hard lines of his chest and the dark ink that covered both arms and one shoulder. The tattooed divorcee from next door. Six-foot-three of pure trouble, holding a power drill in one hand and a toolbox in the other like he’d just stepped out of every filthy fantasy I’d never admitted to hav
I swallowed hard, unsure how to answer. My body felt both exhausted and strangely alive, every nerve still humming from the intensity of what we’d shared. But my mind… my mind was a storm. “A little of both, maybe,” I whispered. “I just… I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”His fingers paused in my hair for a moment before resuming their slow strokes. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Rina. No need to hide it here.”I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek more firmly against his chest. The truth tumbled out in fragments. “Relieved. Scared. A little ashamed. And… grateful. Ten million dollars. My mom’s treatment can start right away. The loans… everything. But I keep thinking about Monday. About walking into the office like nothing happened. About handing you your coffee and knowing you’ve seen me like this. Touched me like this.”Alexander was silent for a long moment. His hand moved from my hair to my back, tracing slow, comforting circles along my spine. “You don’t have to pretend nothing
The sharp pain gradually began to dull into a deep, throbbing ache. Beneath it, something else stirred—an insistent, building fullness that made my clit pulse with renewed need. I shifted my hips experimentally, and a small gasp escaped me at the new sensation.Alexander noticed at once. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Feel me inside you? There’s still more to take, but I’m going to go slow. I want you to feel every inch as I fill you.”He began to move—agonizingly slow, shallow thrusts that rocked his thick length just a little deeper with each careful stroke. The burn eased bit by bit, replaced by a heavy, dragging pleasure that made my toes curl into the sheets. Every slow glide rubbed against sensitive places I had never known existed. My blood and arousal made the slide slick and intimate, the wet sounds soft in the quiet room.“Oh God…” I moaned, my hands sliding up to clutch at his back. The pain was fading, but the fullness was overwhelming in the best way. “It’s… starting to feel







