Her Ultimate Squirting Claiming

Jenna lay gasping on the couch, thighs still trembling, her slick skin gleaming under the apartment lights. Marcus remained buried to the hilt inside her, thick cock twitching against her fluttering walls as the last pulses of her first violent squirt dripped down the cushions and onto the floor. The air reeked of her release—sharp, musky, filthy. Alex knelt naked a few feet away, cock leaking a steady thread of pre-cum onto his thigh, hands still sticky from holding her ass open while she came apart.

Marcus smirked down at him, rolling his hips once so Jenna whimpered. “Look at that mess your wife made, cuck. Tonight I’m claiming her properly. I’m going to make her squirt until she forgets your fucking name.”

Alex’s breath hitched. His cock jumped. Jenna turned her flushed face toward her husband, eyes glassy with leftover pleasure and fresh hunger. “Do it,” she rasped. “We want it. All of it. Make him watch you ruin me.”

Marcus pulled free with a wet sound. His cock shone with her cream and squirt. He crooked a finger at Alex. “Crawl over here and clean me. Mouth only. Get every drop of her off my cock so I can get hard enough to break her again.”

Alex shuffled forward on his knees, heart hammering with the humiliation he craved. He opened his mouth and took the thick, slippery head between his lips. The taste of Jenna’s release flooded his tongue—salty, sweet, overwhelming. Marcus gripped his hair and fed him more, slow and deliberate, while Jenna propped herself on her elbows to watch.