"No… Alex… please put it in… don't make me look…" she begged, hand pressing harder over her eyes, other hovering like she wanted to cover herself again, body trembling bad from the humiliation of being spread and stared at like this.

I bit her pussy lips gentle—sharp enough to make her jolt hard, teeth grazing the swollen, sensitive flesh, tugging light.

She managed to look a little—hand falling away slow from her eyes, face full of burning shame, cheeks crimson like she'd been slapped, eyes glassy and wide with unshed tears and overwhelming lust, lips trembling as she tried to hold back sobs.

But her pussy almost squirted from it—juices gushing fresh in a hot rush, thick and clear, coating my chin as the humiliation mixed with raw need, body betraying her completely, hips bucking subtle into my mouth like she couldn't control the craving.

I was having the time of my life breaking this faithful wife, an honest mother, into a shameful slut—watching her crumble under my tongue, loyalty shattering piece by piece.

I kept looking her in the eyes—which peeked desperate from between her fingers at first, then fully open as she couldn't hide anymore—and licked her pussy slow and deliberate, showing her how an alpha male takes his prey, owning every inch with long, flat strokes from hole to clit.

"Alex… don't do it… please…" she moaned, voice wrecked and pleading, hands hovering like she wanted to push me away but pulling me closer instead.

But I wasn't listening to her—I knew what I wanted, and I knew what her body wanted even more, pussy clenching hungry around my tongue every time I pushed deep.

Then suddenly a phone rang on the table in the room—sharp and insistent, cutting through the wet sounds and moans.

I was licking her pussy deeply—tongue buried inside her warm, clenching walls, sucking her clit hard—when we both heard it. I looked sideways at the phone while my tongue stayed inside her warm pussy, thrusting slow, feeling her flutter around it.

She froze—but her pussy said other things, clenching tighter, leaking more hot juices down my chin as the shock mixed with forbidden thrill.

"Who is it?" I asked low, licking her pussy even through the ring—tongue swirling her clit teasing, knowing she couldn't look at the phone screen from there, bent and spread like she was.

"Alex… it must be my son… he calls me at this hour when I'm on night duty…" she said, full of burning shame, face turning deeper red, body trembling harder from the thought—her son calling while she was spread like this, eaten like a whore.

"Oh yeah?" I growled dark, something filthy possessing me—I wanted to do it, pick up and let him hear, show the guy how I was taking his mom, how she was in front of me spread like a gourmet meal, moaning my name while I ate her out.

"Please Alex… let it ring… don't pick it up…" she begged, voice cracking, hands gripping the sheets—but her pussy leaked more from the thought, gushing hot as the forbidden risk hit her, body betraying her words completely.

But I wasn't listening to her—I wanted to break her even more, push her past the edge, make her pussy squirt from just the thought of me answering, show her exactly how far she'd fallen from faithful wife to desperate slut.

I pulled my tongue out slow—deliberate, letting her feel the loss, chin dripping thick with her juices, her taste strong and musky on my lips, coating my mouth completely.

She realized where I was heading—eyes widening huge in panic, face burning deeper red like fire, body tensing hard on the bed, thighs trying to close instinctive but held open by her position.

I walked over to the table slow—dick high and hard, thick and flapping heavy with every step, veins pulsing angry, head slick and shining from her juices, swinging like it owned the room.

She lay there spread on the bed—waiting desperate for me to come back and finish eating my main course meal, her thick body exposed full under the dim light, legs still wide from my hands, pussy glistening, juices pooling slow on the sheets.

I looked at the phone—screen lit "Son," with a guy's pic next to it, him and Heather smiling happy and innocent at the camera, arms around each other, probably his dad, heather's husband snapped the shot years ago.

Such a sweet family photo—pure, loving, normal life—then I glanced back at Heather lying there like a filthy slut completely exposed, thick thighs parted wide, massive boobs splayed heavy on her chest, nipples dark and swollen, pussy swollen and leaking thick down her crack, asshole twitching needy.

Damn—my dick wanted to go back and fuck her senseless right then, breed her deep while her son listened on the line, hear his mom moan my name.

"Alex… please let it ring…" she called again, dying of shame, voice cracking desperate and small, body trembling harder, not knowing what would happen if I took the call and let her son hear how she was cheating on his dad, moaning like a whore while I ate her out, body spread filthy for a young guy.

The ring kept going—sharp, cutting the heavy air.

Her pussy leaked more—gushing fresh from the risk, body betraying her words hard, hips bucking subtle like the thought alone could make her cum.

I picked up the phone—and looked at it closely, screen bright with "Son" and the happy family pic, thumb hovering as I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I walked over to the bed where Heather was spread wide lying in wait—panic flooding her face as I approached with her phone in my hand, body trembling harder, thighs trying to close instinctive but held open by her position.

"Alex… please… leave it… please…" she said struggling, voice cracking desperate, hands reaching out like she could stop me, tears pricking her eyes from the shame.

I reached the bed—put the phone down right by her face on the mattress, screen facing up so the ringing "Son" was inches from her ear, the happy pic staring at her.

I knelt down again—mouth closer to her exposed pussy so I could finish eating my meal, tongue ready.

The phone rang closer to her now—loud and insistent, vibrating slight against the sheet.

I started licking her pussy wildly—tongue thrusting deep, sucking her clit hard, slurping loud as I devoured her, watching her eyes how broken she felt with her son calling his sweet mom while I was devouring her holes like a beast.

"Ahh… Alex…" she moaned uncontrollably, hands fisting my hair tight, pulling me harder into her pussy like she couldn't stop herself, body bucking violent as pleasure crashed over shame.

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