The Cuckolding Chronicles (5)
Back in our room, Zed wasted no time. He grabbed Kristen by the waist and shoved her up against the wall, chest heaving. His mouth found her neck. She gasped and clung to his shirt, her fingers already yanking at his belt like she was starving for him.
My body stiffened with anticipation as I leaned against the edge of the bed. We’d fantasized about this exact thing. Watching her pressed between the wall and another man, wanting him like she couldn’t breathe without it. It was surreal now, seeing it play out in front of me. And fúck, it was turning me on.
Kristen got his cóck out, her hand wrapped around it like she’d done it a hundred times before. She pumped him while he slipped his fingers between her legs, rubbing her until she whimpered. His mouth was
