She lifted her eyes. Her elegant face was flushed and streaked with his pre-cum, lips shiny and parted, while below her body was a complete wreck of lust — cunt still puffy and dripping from two forced orgasms, thighs shiny, the strong scent of her used pussy thick in the air.

"Tell me why you want it so bad," he said, voice low and calm, almost tender in its dominance. "Tell me how wrong this is... and how much wetter it makes that cheating pussy."

Adriana trembled, guilt and overwhelming lust twisting together in her chest. Her cunt clenched visibly at the words, another thick drop of wetness falling to the floor — pulled out of her by the shame and the memory of how hard she had already come for him twice.

"Because... because my husband doesn’t make me feel like this," she whispered, voice shaking. "Because I’ve been thinking about your cock the moment I first saw it on the court when they lifted your shirt... I can still remember every swing of it as you played. Because it’s wrong — I’m married — and I can’t stop wanting it anyway. It makes me so fucking wet. Please... let me suck it. I’ll take it all, I swear..."

’Make me forget I ever had a husband. Claim the hole that used to belong to him, every hole. One he never ever satisfied and one he’s never claimed... I am yours daddy~’

Phei’s cock twitched hard against her lips at her confession. He rubbed it slowly back and forth across her mouth, teasing her with the promise, letting her tongue flick out for the barest taste before denying her again.

"Again," he commanded, voice still low and measured. "Beg like the desperate little neighbor slut you are. Tell me how empty that married cunt feels right now."

She was shaking now, her jugs heaving, pussy still visibly dripping and clenching from the aftershocks, wrists still pinned behind her back. The elegant woman who used to look down on him was gone — replaced by this desperate, leaking creature on her knees, begging for the cock she’d spent years pretending not to notice.

"Please, Phei," she moaned, voice thick with need. "My pussy feels so empty. It’s still dripping everywhere because you already made me come twice and it still needs your cock. I need it in my mouth, down my throat. I don’t care that I’m married. I just need it. Please let me suck it... I’ll be your good little slut, I promise..."

’Use the Castellano patriarch’s wife. Stretch my throat until I can’t remember how to be a wife anymore.’

He smiled darkly, satisfied. Only then did he finally press the thick head past her lips, letting her have the first taste — slow, controlled, making her work for every inch while he kept her wrists pinned and her eyes locked on his.

Above her now Phei was tall and calm, one hand still threaded deep into the dark roots of her hair. His fingers held her with steady, undeniable ownership — not yanking, not cruel, simply keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

His cock rose free in front of her face, thick and heavy, already flushed dark from the long tension of watching her kneel.

To Adriana it looked almost brutal in its size — a proud, solid pillar of heat that seemed to pulse with quiet arrogance, the rounded crown already glistening faintly under the low light.

He did not speak and simply held her hair and let her look.

’It’s so big... so thick and heavy and perfect.’

Bigger, longer, thicker, the veins standing out under the dark skin like they were made to stretch a married mouth. And the worst part — the part that made her empty, still-dripping cunt clench and spill another warm trickle onto the floor — was the knowledge that this magnificent cock belonged to her daughter’s boyfriend.

The same boy her daughter ran away from home to be with. The very same boy who now had her mother’s face in his hand and her mother’s mouth about to open for him.

Adriana needed no instruction.

She leaned in like a woman who had already decided, and took the head between her lips.

The heat of her mouth closed around him at once. Her tongue moved with slow, deliberate hunger — circling the sensitive crown, tasting the faint salt that had already gathered there, tracing the smooth ridge, then flattening to drag wetly along the underside as she took more of him.

She sucked with careful pressure at first, hollowing her cheeks, then let her tongue slide in long, wet strokes down the shaft on the next descent. Every motion of her tongue showed in the way her lips stretched and in the soft, filthy sounds that began to fill the quiet room.

My daughter’s boyfriend is in my mouth... and I can’t stop sucking him deeper... I am sucking the same body I used to call a charity case.’

Phei’s hand tightened in her hair, not to force but to guide. He set a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing her head a little deeper each time she descended, then easing her back just before her throat could rebel.

His other hand — the one that had been at her face — moved down to her chest.

He cupped her left jug fully.

The heavy, warm weight of it overflowed his palm.

Phei’s fingers sank into the soft flesh, squeezing with slow, appreciative pressure, feeling the way it yielded and then filled his hand again when he eased his grip. He lifted the heavy globe slightly, testing its weight, then let it settle, watching how the soft flesh shifted and swayed with every bob of her head.

His thumb found the stiff peak of her nipple and brushed over it once, twice. It tightened instantly under the attention.

He then circled it slowly, then pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling the sensitive tip with maddening patience while her tongue kept working steadily along the length of his cock.

Adriana moaned around him at the touch. The vibration travelled straight up the shaft. Her big jugs swayed and bounced gently with every movement of her head — full, heavy, the soft flesh moving with a hypnotic, liquid rhythm.

When she took him deeper they shifted forward; when he guided her back they settled and swayed again.

He watched them the entire time while his hand continued its slow exploration — squeezing one, then the other, weighing them, pressing them together so the soft flesh met in the middle, then releasing.

His fingers kept returning to her nipples, pinching, rolling, tugging just enough to pull soft, wet sounds from her throat.

Saliva began to spill from the corner of her mouth. It trailed down her chin in a thin, shiny line and landed on the upper swell of her right jug.

Phei used it without hesitation.

He spread the wetness over her skin with his palm until the heavy globe shone, then returned to the nipple — now slick — and circled it with his thumb until the tip was shiny, stiff, and visibly aching.

He gave the full weight of her jug a firmer squeeze, and his fingers sunk deep into the soft flesh, then released it so he could watch it settle and sway again as she continued to suck.

’I’m on my knee... letting him play with my jugs while I worship Daddy’s huge cock.’

His hand in her hair never stopped guiding. He pushed her down until her nose nearly touched his abdomen, held her there for a few heartbeats while her throat fluttered around the head, then pulled her back slowly, letting her breathe and lick and swirl her tongue around the crown again before guiding her down once more.

Every time she tried to speed up on her own, his grip tightened just enough to slow her back to the pace he wanted.

"Use your tongue," he said quietly, voice low and steady. "Exactly like that. Show me how much you want to be led; put that sharp mouth to good use, Adriana."

’Yes, Daddy~’