Her tongue brushed the tip.

The taste exploded through her like raw lightning — salty, darkly musky, pure concentrated male potency that punched straight to her core and made her walls flutter with sudden, aching starvation.

Her body knew this flavor on an ancient, animal level and immediately begged for more, cunt clenching in anticipation hard enough to push a fresh gush of thick cream down her thighs.

She could not stop.

Her tongue swirled hungrily around the swollen, flared crown, lapping up every thick bead of precum weeping from his slit like it was liquid sin. A deep, needy moan rolled from her throat —

"Mmmphhh..." — as she licked again and again, chasing that mind-melting rush. Her small hands stroked the massive shaft with reverent wonder, marveling at the scorching velvet heat, the iron rigidity, the brutal girth that forced her fingers wide apart.

She licked lower.

Her tongue dragged wet and slow along the sensitive ridge, then down the thick underside, tracing every pulsing vein and swollen contour like a cartographer mapping paradise.

Saliva poured heavily from her mouth and she let it — drooling shamelessly until his entire length gleamed with her spit, long silver strands stretching and snapping between her lips and his skin with every movement.

Her lips stretched wide.

She engulfed the fat head.

Her jaw ached instantly, burning sweetly as her mouth stretched obscenely around his impossible thickness. Drool cascaded from the corners of her stretched lips in warm, shiny rivers, sliding down her chin and painting slick, glistening trails across her heavy, bruised breasts.

Wet sounds filled the room — loud, rhythmic schlurp... gluck... schlurp — as she sucked him deeper, cheeks hollowing with raw hunger.

His cock pulsed powerfully against her tongue, veins beating hot and alive. Her hands pumped the thick base she couldn’t swallow, twisting and stroking the spit-drenched length while she moaned around him like a woman lost in ecstasy.

Between her spread thighs, her cunt was a wreck. Thick, creamy nectar poured endlessly from her fluttering hole, soaking the sheets beneath her ass in a dark, ever-widening lake.

Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her swollen pearl twitching wildly as the simple act of worshipping his cock pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Jonathan watched his wife devour another man’s cock with pure, starving devotion as her small hands struggling lovingly around the monstrous girth. Saw her tongue bathe every inch with sloppy, eager worship.

Saw her lips stretched paper-thin, her cheeks hollow, her eyes fluttering in bliss as thick strings of drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. She had never once looked at him like that. Never touched him with such willing hunger.

Never made those wet, filthy, desperate sounds for him.

He couldn’t help but remember how she used to turn her face away, how her expression twisted with disgust when he tried to force her mouth on him, how she went stiff and silent. She had never wanted him like this. Never drooled. Never moaned like she was starving for it.

Now she was on fire for it. Like it was sacred. Like it was salvation.

A broken, inhuman wail tried to rip from Jonathan’s frozen throat — choked, devastated, the sound of a man watching his entire world dissolve one wet, worshipping lick at a time.

Roxanne pulled off with a wet, obscene pop sound that echoed in the room and his ears.

A thick, pearly rope of spit and precum stretched from her swollen lips to his glistening cockhead, dangling obscenely before it finally snapped and splattered across her heaving breasts. She panted hard, eyes glassy, chest rising and falling.

Then she lay back on Jonathan’s bed.

She spread her legs shamelessly wide, knees falling open, offering her soaked, aching cunt completely.

And looked up at Phei with eyes full of nothing but raw, goddess-level desperation.

"Now," she breathed, voice wrecked and dripping with centuries of denied hunger. "Please. I need you inside me."

Phei moved between her quaking thighs.

His massive cock — still dripping with her spit, hard as forged steel — hung heavy and menacing between them. He gripped the thick root and angled the bloated, deep-purple head down until it kissed her entrance.

Roxanne’s breath locked in her throat.

The sight was pure, filthy sacrilege.

Her outer lips — already plump and darkly flushed — were brutally forced apart by his sheer size. The delicate flesh stretched paper-thin and shining, blooming into an angry, strained scarlet at the edges where her body fought to accommodate him.

The obscene contrast burned as his thick, veined, brutal shaft against her soft, petal-pink heat.

The fat crown nestled between her stretched lips like a conqueror breaching sacred gates, splitting her open into a perfect, trembling O. Silken webs of her creamy nectar stretched and snapped between her folds and his cockhead, connecting them in messy, glistening strands.

Her tiny entrance fluttered and winked frantically against the massive head — clenching, opening, desperately trying to suck the fat crown inside. Heavy waves of molten nectar poured out around the intrusion, flooding over his cock and cascading in thick rivers down her ass crack, soaking everything beneath her.

Her clit stood swollen and exposed above the stretch, twitching violently with every heartbeat.

Her full ass cheeks clenched and rippled against the sheets, the deep cleft between them utterly drenched.

She was flooding uncontrollably. Her cunt producing obscene amounts of cream she had never known her body could make, literally weeping and drooling for the monstrous cock about to ruin her.

Phei held perfectly still.

The huge, swollen head remained lodged right at her entrance — stretching her wide open, kissing the hungry mouth of her cunt, poised like a dragon at the threshold of the cave.

He did not thrust.

Not yet.

He simply let her feel it. Let her tremble and flutter and leak around the promise of total destruction while her body begged with every desperate ripple.

Roxanne shook violently beneath him — thighs quaking hard enough to make her ass bounce, breasts heaving, nipples painfully tight. Her fingers clawed the sheets white-knuckled, eyes wide and shining with overwhelming, animal need.

The claiming was seconds away.

And she had never craved anything more in her entire life.