Page 84 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

She dropped her hand and placed it on the front of her husband’s suit pants, stroking the bulge. Wetness pooled between my thighs. I ground my legs together, trying to ease the ache between them.

“Share my husband’s cock with me,” Laila purred.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she undid his belt, unzipped the front of his pants, then pulled them down. His cock was hard, long, and so thick through his briefs, and I’d bet it was throbbing, like my pussy was.

I peered up at him, my entire body hot.

But he didn’t say anything, just leaned back and gently drew a finger down the side of her cheek. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were dark and hooded again, making him look like the man of all those rumors, about the man who ran The Syndicate, the man who killed for his wife.

Laila curled her slim, manicured fingers around the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down, revealing his huge cock inch by inch until Constantino’s dick sprang out of them.

She held it by the base and pressed her full lips on the tip, her tongue traveling around his head to lick up Constantino’s pre-cum. I swallowed hard, unable to pull my gaze away from her as she took him into her mouth and stared at me.

After bobbing her head on him a couple of times, she came up for air, strands of spit dangling from her mouth to his cock. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to accept any offer we give you,” she murmured, unbuttoning the top button of her dress to reveal even more cleavage.

My gaze dropped to her tits, and I whimpered softly, desperately wanting to see them.

“Order my wife to take off her dress,” Constantino said to me.

Heat grew between my legs. “T-take off your top.”

Laila undid the rest of the buttons and let her dress slide off her slim shoulders, leaving her top half in nothing but a lacy bra that I would’ve sworn was a push-up bra before she took it all off.

“And her bra,” Constantino continued. “Tell her you want to see her tits.”

I ground my thighs together, watching Laila suck on the head of her husband’s cock while he ordered me to tell her what to do. I swallowed hard, desperately needing someone to touch me, and whimpered.

“Take off your bra too. I want to see your tits.”

With his cock in her mouth, Laila unfastened her bra and let her tits bounce out. While her frame was small—not quite petite, but tinier than mine—her tits lay heavy on her chest, not perky, like I’d expected them to be.

But, fuck, they were even sexier than I’d imagined. I wanted to run my mouth all over them, feel them against mine, feel her nipples glide against my chest as her husband pounded into her from behind.

Laila bobbed her head faster on her husband’s throbbing cock, her tits bouncing around. I clenched and found myself dropping to my knees next to her. She took all of Constantino into her mouth until her lips met the base of his cock and stared over at me with hot tears in her eyes. After gargling on him for a moment, she pulled away and held his dick out toward me.

I stared at her, my stomach bubbling with nerves.

“Share it,” Constantino said to Laila.

She pulled me closer to her and nodded at me, as if to say it was okay for me to touch her husband. Constantino pushed himself between us, and our lips traveled up and down his shaft. At first, it was just his cock on my lips, but then I felt Laila’s lips on mine too.

With the head of his cock between us, Laila moved her raspberry-stained lips against mine. Warmth exploded through my core, and I hungrily kissed her back, swirling my tongue around his head and against hers.

Instead of thrusting his dick between us again, Constantino gently pulled himself away so the only thing Laila and I had left to kiss was each other. She shifted closer to me, her lips moving against mine and her hesitant hands resting on my knees.

I wanted her to touch me more. I wanted her hands all over my body.

When I finally pulled away for air, I spotted Constantino leaning against his desk and stroking his hard cock. His gaze drifted from his wife to me and back, lips parted slightly, but his stare was still harsh.

“Don’t stop, doll,” he ordered.

Laila glanced over at me and furrowed her brow, her drunken haze becoming clearer.

“Touch her, doll. Then, tell me how she feels.”

Goose bumps rose on my skin, the anticipation growing inside me.

Laila leaned closer to me again and pressed her lips against mine, her hand sinking between my thighs. I found myself spreading my knees to give her better access as she rubbed my clit in small, torturous circles.

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