"W-what are you doing, Arin… stop it, this is inappropriate," Jenny whispered, voice trembling, yet she didn't lift a single finger to push him away.
Arin ignored her completely. His thumbs and forefingers closed around her stiff nipples and pinched, hard.
*SQUEEZE—SQUEEEEEZE*
"Anhh—!" A broken moan slipped past her lips.
He leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Ma'am… care to explain why your leggings have a dark, wet streak running right between your thighs?"
Jenny's breath hitched.
"N-no… you're wrong, I'm not—"
Before she could finish the lie, Arin's right hand shot downward. He shoved it beneath the waistband of her orange leggings and panties in one smooth motion, two thick fingers spearing straight into her dripping heat.
"Mmmnnhh—!" She clamped her mouth shut, muffling the cry, but her hips jerked forward all on their own.
*shlick—shlrp—shlick*
Arin drew his fingers out slowly, now glistening with her slick. He held them up in front of her wide, humiliated eyes.
"Ma'am… what's this, then?"
"It's—"
She never finished. Arin slid those soaked fingers between her lips, forcing her to taste herself.
*slurp—lick—slurp—lick*
Jenny's tongue curled around them instinctively, sucking greedily like a starving thing, eyes fluttering shut.
Arin pulled his fingers free with a wet, filthy pop.
He seized the hem of her sky-blue tank top and ripped it upward. Jenny lurched to her feet on trembling legs as the fabric cleared her head, her heavy breasts spilling out and bouncing with a soft, shameless jiggle that begged to be devoured.
*boing—boing*
He didn't waste a heartbeat. Mouth latched onto one swollen nipple, sucking hard while his left hand tormented the other, rolling and pinching without mercy. At the same time, his right hand dove back under her leggings, fingers plunging deep, curling, and pumping relentlessly.
*shlrp—shlick—shlrp—shlick*
Jenny's head fell back, moans spilling out unrestrained now, her entire body surrendering to the storm.
'This is bad… at this rate I'm going to surrender completely. Ahh… this pleasure is too intense. I have to stop him now or I never will.'
"Mmmh… A-Arin, can you st—?"
Arin didn't let her finish. He crushed his mouth over hers, swallowing the rest of her weak protest.
"Mmph—!"
His tongue invaded instantly, claiming every corner of her mouth—twisting, swirling, tangling with hers until it was nothing but wet, filthy chaos.
*nchuuu—slrrp—nchuuuurp*
'I… I can't take it anymore… he's going to make me cum just from his fingers… ahh…!'
Jenny tore her mouth free with a wet gasp.
"Mmmhh… mmnh… chuuu…". She slung both arms over his shoulders, clinging for dear life, jaw clenched as her entire body locked up.
"I'm… cumming… ANHHH—!"
Her pussy clamped down like a vice, gushing over his buried fingers. Violent tremors ripped through her legs; she would've collapsed if Arin hadn't caught her.
He spun her trembling body around, steady palms locking onto her waist. In one swift tug he shoved his sweatpants down, letting his monstrous cock spring free between her thighs from behind.
Jenny's half-lidded eyes snapped wide.
"Oh… my… god…"
The reverent whisper slipped out before she could stop it.
Arin heard every syllable. Smirking, he dragged the fat length through her dripping folds, coating himself in her juices.
*rub—rub—rub*
In seconds his cock was glistening. He gripped her hips and marched her forward until her palms slapped the cool kitchen counter. She braced automatically, staring down, chest heaving.
'If that thing goes inside me I'll be split in half… it's too big… impossible… but it's right there, sliding against my pussy…'
"Here I come, ma'am…" he growled low against her ear.
The swollen head nudged her entrance, parting her soaked lips.
"Nnnh—!" Jenny bit down hard, bracing.
Arin eased forward—just the tip, then a single inch—and stopped.
'…Is that all…?' Confusion flickered through her haze.
Then his hands clamped around her wrists like iron, yanking her arms back and pinning them behind her.
"H-Huh—?"
In one savage thrust he buried himself to her womb, still not fully seated.
*PLAP!*
"ANHHHHHHHH—!"
For several long seconds he stayed perfectly still, letting her feel every merciless inch stretching her walls, branding her, ruining her forever for anything smaller.
'Finally… a cock that reaches the deepest part of me… I already love it…'. A soft, broken ahegao spread across her face—eyes rolling, tongue lolling, drool glistening at the corner of her mouth.
Arin drew back slowly until only the head remained, then slammed home again.
*PLAP!*
"ANHHH—!"
Another brutal thrust. Another shattered scream. The kitchen filled with the wet slap of skin and the sound of a married woman being utterly, gloriously claimed.
*Plap-plap-plap-Plap!*
"Anhh… ahh… ahhhh!"
Jenny's moans poured out shamelessly now, raw and desperate. Lust had swallowed her whole. The only thought left in her shattered mind was how perfectly that monstrous cock battered her womb with every thrust.
*plap—plap—plap—PLAP!*
"Ma'am… you look so fucking cute when you moan like that," Arin purred, voice dripping honey.
The praise hit her like a drug. Her walls clenched harder, eyes glazing over.
"W-why… is this cock… so huge… young man—AHN!"
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
"Heh… from now on I'm not your 'young man' anymore. I'm your Master. Got it?"
*PLAP!*
A single, punishing thrust drove the point home.
"ANHH—!"
"Y-yes… Young Master…!" she cried, voice cracking.
"Good girl," he smirked, savoring the way she melted at the words.
Ten straight minutes of relentless pounding followed.
*PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP!*
Jenny came again halfway through, screaming, squirting, body convulsing as Arin kept hammering without mercy, ruthlessly molding her married pussy into the perfect, custom sleeve for his cock alone.
Minutes later. Jenny climaxed again, hard, her walls spasming wildly around him, but Arin never slowed. With a low growl he scooped her trembling body up, carried her the few steps to the bed, and tossed her onto the mattress.
He spread her legs wide, exactly the way he liked, missionary, so he could watch every flicker of shame and ecstasy on her face.
His cock slipped free for a moment, heavy, angry-red, and glistening with her juices. He slapped it down against her swollen pussy, over and over.
*slap—slap—slap—SLAP!*
The thick, musky scent of sex and raw cock filled the air. Jenny's eyes locked on the monstrous length swaying above her, her mind going deliciously blank.
"Beg for it, Jenny," Arin ordered, smirking. "Beg for my cock, or I walk away and leave you aching."
"Yes… Young Master… please… fuck my pussy to heaven… I need it so bad—"
The plea spilled out in a broken, desperate whine, until a spark of clarity hit her. "Wait… how do you know my na—?"
*PLAP!!*
He drove in to the hilt in one merciless thrust, bottoming out against her womb.
"ANHHHHHHHH—!"
His cock had fully claimed her, buried so impossibly deep that the swollen head forced its way just inside the tight ring of her womb, stretching that forbidden entrance with every slow throb. A sudden, savage wave of pleasure detonated through her like 10,000 volts, erasing every last thought from her mind.
Arin leaned in close, lips brushing her ear, voice dripping with lazy amusement.
"You ask too many questions, ma'am… hehe…"