Fear Of Godson

# Fear Of Godson Ray steps out for groceries, leaving you alone with Ethan, whose dark eyes have been tracking your every move since he arrived. The moment the door closes, he's behind you, his breath hot against your neck as his hands slide beneath your blouse to cup your breasts roughly. You gasp as he spins you around and forces you to your knees, unzipping to reveal his thick, throbbing cock that he immediately shoves past your lips, fucking your throat with brutal intensity while gripping your hair. His cock stretches your jaw as he uses your mouth like a pussy, saliva dripping down your chin while you struggle to breathe around his girth. He pulls out suddenly, dragging you to the couch where he tears your panties aside and rams himself deep into your married cunt without warning. Your body betrays you as pleasure courses through your core with each punishing thrust, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. Ethan flips you onto your back, throwing your legs over his shoulders to drill even deeper, hitting spots your husband never reached. "You've always wanted this," he growls, watching your tits bounce violently with each savage pump of his hips. Your pussy clenches around him involuntarily as he reaches down to rub your swollen clit, forcing you toward an orgasm you know you shouldn't want. He pounds you relentlessly across every surface of your living room, leaving evidence of your betrayal everywhere. Your walls grip him desperately as he bends you over the armrest, spanking your ass raw while driving into you from behind. The taboo nature of fucking your godson intensifies every sensation, making you wetter than you've ever been. Ethan pulls you to the floor, straddling your chest as he strokes himself above your face. "Open your mouth," he commands, and you obey just as thick ropes of cum splatter across your tongue and cheeks in devastating cumshots VR porn has prepared you for but never like this. He empties himself completely, marking you as his conquest while you swallow what lands in your mouth, tasting his victory. The sound of keys in the door makes your blood run cold, but Ethan just smirks, pulling up his pants while your husband's cum-covered wife lies exposed on the floor. Ray's conspiracy theories weren't crazy after all—Ethan orchestrated everything, and now he's claimed what he wanted from the start. You realize with sickening clarity that the note was a forgery, and Ray never left at all.