I let out a loud, mocking laugh and pointed it out cruelly, my voice dripping with pure amusement as I stared straight at the broken man.
"Wow… would you look at that, Peter?" I taunted loudly. "Your wife's panties are absolutely fucking ruined. There's a giant, nasty wet spot right here — soaked all the way through like a desperate cunt in heat. Her slutty little pussy is literally dripping and creaming just from choking on my thick cock and getting her throat fucked raw."
"Tell me, Helena… are you really this fucking wet because you're scared? Or because you're a pathetic, needy anal whore who gets off on being used and humiliated right in front of your useless husband?"
Helena covered her face with both hands, mortified beyond words. Her voice came out in a shy, embarrassed whimper.
