Page 29 of The Highwaymen

I locked eyes with Deacon, holding his burning gaze as I slammed myself down on Stu's massive shaft with renewed vigor. I clenched my ass around him rhythmically, putting on a filthy show.

“Look at you, about to bust your nut just from watching,” I taunted breathlessly. “So fucking desperate for Stu's cock, you can't control yourself. Pathetic.”

Deacon's face contorted into a mask of agonized bliss. His back arched, every muscle taut as his orgasm hit. He cried out as thick ropes of cum erupted from his jerking cock, splattering his fist and stomach. His face was a mask of ecstasy and despair as he came hard while watching me ride the cock he craved so badly.

“That's it, bust that nut like a pathetic bitch,” I goaded him breathlessly, still bouncing on Stu's huge shaft. “Cum your brains out knowing you'll never feel this dick wrecking you like it does me.”

Deacon twitched and shuddered through the aftershocks, his spent cock still dribbling weakly. Tammy was panting hard, still going at it as she watched her husband's humiliation with lust-glazed eyes.

The sight of Deacon's release combined with my relentless riding pushed Stu over the edge. He let out an animalistic growl, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise as his huge cock pulsed and twitched inside me. I gasped as I felt the first hot spurts of his cum painting my insides.

“Fuck!” I groaned, riding him through it. “Come on, give me all of it.”

The feeling of Stu's huge cock pulsing and twitching as it emptied inside me, combined with the sheer filthy depravity of it all, pushed me right to the edge. My own neglected erection throbbed almost painfully between our sweat-slicked bodies, leaking a constant stream of pre-cum onto Stu's abs.

I kept riding him, bouncing on his softening cock, the obscene squelch of his cum being fucked in and out of my hole filling the room. Stu groaned at the overstimulation, but I couldn't stop. I was so fucking close, I just needed a little more...

“Fuck, you're still so hard,” Tammy panted from across the room, sounding both impressed and incredibly turned on.

“I’m so close,” I cried, desperate to finish.

Stu's hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft, his rough palm slick with my own pre-cum. He stroked me in time with my desperate bounces on his spent cock, twisting his wrist on the upstroke just how he knew drove me wild.

“C'mon pumpkin, give 'em a real show,” Stu growled, his voice ragged. “Fuckin' paint me with it.”

My back arched as my orgasm slammed into me, my cock jerking in Stu's fist as I came with a hoarse shout. Cum striped Stu's chest and abs, some splattering as high as his neck and chin.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I babbled mindlessly, writhing on Stu's softening cock as I rode out the aftershocks. My whole body shook and trembled, every nerve alight with blinding pleasure.

From across the room, Tammy let out a high, breathy keen. I looked over just in time to see her shuddering through her own release, her hips bucking frantically against her hand shoved down the front of her shorts.

For a long moment, the only sound was our ragged panting as we all came down. The room reeked of weed and sex. I collapsed against Stu's cum-streaked chest, my face pressing into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck, Jamie,” Stu panted. “No one rides me like you do.”

I preened at the praise, smirking over at a wrecked-looking Deacon. “You hear that? I'm the only one who can satisfy him now.”

Deacon just groaned pitifully, his spent cock giving a weak twitch against his cum-splattered stomach.

I slowly lifted myself off of Stu's softening shaft, reveling in the sensation of his cum starting to leak out of my stretched hole. I hovered above his lap, reaching back to hold myself open, putting on a depraved show.

“Look at all the cum you pumped into me,” I purred. “So much it's dripping out. You marked me so good, Stu.”

“Goddamn,” Deacon choked out, staring transfixed.

Tammy whimpered, biting her lip as she watched the debauched display. “That's so fuckin' filthy,” she breathed.

Islowly stood up on shaky legs, Stu's cum trickling down my thighs. I smirked at our enraptured audience, not an ounce of shame in my body. I loved the power I held over them in that moment.

“Enjoyed the show, did you?” I purred, trailing a finger through the mess on my skin and bringing it to my lips. I sucked it clean, holding Deacon's gaze as I did. He looked absolutely wrecked, torn between arousal and bitter envy.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his spent cock twitching weakly against his stomach.

Tammy was still panting, her face flushed and eyes glassy. She squeezed her thighs together, no doubt feeling empty and unsatisfied after watching me get so thoroughly used. I knew that ache well. It was delicious to inflict it on someone else for once.

Stu tucked himself back into his jeans and stood, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist. He nuzzled into my neck, biting down just shy of too hard. I shuddered, tilting my head to give him better access.

“Get your pants back on, Jamie,” he growled. “We’re going out to the cab. Give these two lovebirds some time to put themselves back together so they can see us off properly in the morning.”

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