Hospital Debauchery

Serena gasped loud, her head falling back, but he caught her mouth again, swallowing the sound, his finger pumping in and out of her pussy now, making wet, squelching sounds that filled the room like filthy music, her juices coating his hand and dripping down his wrist.

He added a second finger, stretching her open with a burn that made her arch into him, her pussy clenching around him like it didn't want to let go.

They stumbled back toward the bed—Devon guiding her without breaking the kiss, his fingers working her pussy faster, adding a third to stretch her even more, making her moan into his mouth as her walls fluttered around him.

Serena's dress came off in a rush—he yanked it over her head with one hand, tossing it aside in a heap on the floor, leaving her in just her bra and panties that were already halfway down her legs.

The cool air hit her skin all at once, making her nipples harden even more, poking through the lace like they were on fire. He unhooked the bra with one quick snap of his fingers, letting her tits spill free—full and heavy, bouncing a little as they fell, nipples dark and stiff, pebbled from the air and her arousal. He grabbed one roughly, squeezing the soft flesh hard, thumb rubbing over the nipple in rough circles that made her arch into him, a fresh wave of slick leaking from her pussy around his fingers.

Serena's hands roamed his body now, tracing the hard lines of his abs with her fingers, feeling the ridges of muscle under her touch tense and flex, down lower to his cock.

She wrapped her fingers around it—thick and hot, already fully hard again, throbbing in her grip like a heartbeat—and stroked slow at first, feeling it jump under her palm, the vein pulsing against her skin as pre-cum leaked from the tip in steady drops.

Devon groaned into her neck, the sound vibrating through her like a wave, pushing her back until her legs hit the edge of the bed.

Eleanor was still asleep beside them, breathing deep and even, her body limp and spent from the earlier fucking, cum still trickling slow from her pussy, but Serena barely noticed anymore—her world had narrowed to Devon's touch, his body, the fire he ignited in her that burned away everything else, leaving only the need to feel him everywhere.

He pushed her down onto the bed, right next to Eleanor, the mattress dipping under her weight as she landed on her back with a soft bounce. "On your knees," he ordered, voice low but firm, that dominant tone making her pussy clench with fresh want, her body moving before her brain could catch up.

Serena obeyed without thinking, sliding off the bed and dropping to the floor on her knees, her mouth level with his cock. It bobbed in front of her face—thick and veined, the head slick with pre-cum that dripped in a slow string from the tip like honey.

She leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste the tip, salty and musky, making her mouth water more as the flavor hit her tongue, spreading across her taste buds.

Devon fisted her hair gently at first, gathering it in his hand like a leash, guiding her forward with a pull that made her scalp tingle in a good way. "Suck it. Show me how much you missed this dick, how bad you want it down your throat again."

She took him in slow at first—lips stretching wide around the head, the thickness filling her mouth as her tongue swirled around the crown in lazy circles, lapping up the pre-cum like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted, the salty tang mixing with the lingering taste of her tears.

He groaned low, hips twitching forward a little, but he let her set the pace for a moment, watching her with those dark eyes that made her pussy throb. Serena sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks to create that tight suction that made him hiss, bobbing her head to take more of him inch by inch, her hand wrapping around the base to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach yet, twisting her wrist on each pump to make him groan louder.

The taste of him filled her completely—mixed with traces of Eleanor's pussy from earlier, tangy and sweet on his skin—and it made her own cunt ache even more, slick dripping down her thighs as she knelt there, her panties getting wetter by the second, sticking to her folds like they were glued. She pulled off with a wet pop that echoed in the quiet room, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cockhead, eyes looking up at him through her lashes as she licked down the shaft, tracing every vein with her tongue in slow, wet strokes that made him groan again, his grip tightening in her hair.

Then lower—to his balls.

She sucked one into her mouth gently at first, the skin warm and musky on her tongue, rolling it slow with her tongue, humming low in her throat to send vibrations through him that made his grip pull harder, stinging her scalp in a way that sent heat straight to her pussy.

Devon's low "Fuck" escaped his lips, rough and needy, his hips pushing forward a bit as she moved to the other ball, lavishing it with the same attention—sucking it deep into her mouth, licking every wrinkle and fold with her tongue in flat laps, nipping lightly with her teeth before soothing with more licks—while her hand pumped his cock in slow, twisting strokes that made pre-cum leak from the tip in steady drops, dripping down onto her fingers and making her strokes slicker.

The musky taste made her head spin, her pussy clenching with need as she felt more slick leak into her panties, her thighs rubbing together for any friction.

Devon pulled her up then by her hair, not rough but firm enough to make her gasp, kissing her hard and deep, tasting himself on her tongue with a growl that vibrated through her chest.

He pushed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide with his knees, her panties still on but soaked through, the lace dark and clinging to her pussy lips. "My turn now," he said, voice rough like gravel scraping her skin.

He dove between her thighs without waiting, hooking his fingers into her panties and ripping them to the side, the lace tearing a little from the force with a sharp sound.

The cool air hit her exposed pussy like a shock, making her clit throb harder, her lips parting slightly as fresh slick leaked out.

His tongue was flat against her pussy in one long, slow lick from bottom to top, parting her lips and tasting her slick in a greedy sweep that made her gasp loud, hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair tight.

He sucked her clit gently at first—soft, pulling sucks that made her hips buck up into his mouth like she couldn't control it—then harder, tongue flicking the nub in quick, light strokes that sent sparks shooting through her body from her core to her toes.

His fingers joined, two sliding into her wet heat easy from how soaked she was, curling to hit her spot with every pump, making wet sounds that filled the room.

Serena moaned loud and desperate, but clamped a hand over her mouth quick—the party was still going strong, voices drifting in from the hall like whispers, someone laughing close by.

It made her panic, but it also made her hotter, her pussy gushing more slick onto his tongue as he lapped it up.

Devon ate her out like a man starved—tongue lashing her clit in circles fast and slow, fingers pumping deep and hard, making squelching sounds as he added a third finger, stretching her wide with a burn that made her back arch off the bed, her tits bouncing with the movement.

His free hand slid up her body, grabbing her tit roughly, pinching her nipple hard, twisting it until she saw stars, her moans slipping out despite her hand.

Serena writhed under him, her orgasm building fast like a wave rolling in bigger and bigger, her body shaking as he sucked her clit harder, grazing it with his teeth just enough to sting before soothing with his tongue in long laps.

"Devon… yes… eat my pussy… make me come on your tongue…" she whispered through her fingers, biting her hand to stay quiet as the pleasure built higher, her clit throbbing under his sucks, her walls clenching around his fingers.

He didn't stop until she came—hard, her pussy squirting on his tongue in hot bursts that soaked his chin and the bed, body shaking like she was falling apart, moans leaking out in muffled cries.

Then he climbed up her body, cock pressing hot and heavy against her entrance, the head nudging her swollen lips apart. "What's wrong with your marriage?" he asked, voice low and rough as he pushed in slow, stretching her wide inch by inch.