Taking Firm Charge of Thea

Young Thea Summers sprawls on the bed, phone in one hand, the other shoving that thick dildo deep inside her dripping pussy. Video lights up the screen with this smoking hot guy stroking his massive cock, growling filthy promises. 'I'm coming down there to pound you senseless,' he says, voice rough as gravel. 'Husband or no, you're mine.' Thea's eyes glaze over, desperate, whimpering a weak 'Okay.' She yanks the toy free, juices slick on her thighs, and slips into that slinky pink dress hugging her curves like a sinner's confession. She saunters into the living room, hips swaying. Hubby Silas perks up, grinning like he hit the jackpot. He lunges at her, hands greedy as she sinks beside him. But Thea's mind races—gotta spill the beans. 'I have to tell you something—' The doorbell cuts her off, sharp and insistent. Silas freezes, eyes wide, as Thea slips away. Seconds later, she's back arm-in-arm with Big Man Don Sudan, his bulk filling the doorway like a storm cloud. Don doesn't even glance at Silas—jabs a finger to shush him, treating the poor sap like yesterday's trash. Then, smirking at Thea, he drawls, 'This the bitch boy you've been sneaking around with?' No time wasted. They bolt to the bedroom, Don's grip iron on Thea's wrist, dragging Silas along like a leashed pup. Door slams shut. Don seizes control, ripping that dress off her in one brutal tug, bending her over the bed. He slams his enormous cock into her, stretching her wide, thrusting with savage rhythm that makes her scream—new life exploding through her veins. Silas watches from the corner, cucked and cowering, as Don dominates them both, owning the room. Finally, Don roars, pulling out to unleash ropes of thick cum across Thea's quivering stomach, painting her pale skin white. Breathless, she locks eyes with Silas. 'Get down here, cucky. Clean up this real man's mess.' He crawls forward, tongue out, tasting defeat.