CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 124 PASSION BEHIND FROSTED GLASS [R18]

Despite Mary’s initial protest about being seen, Jack assured her that the frosted glass provided privacy. With the thrill of being exposed, their passion intensified.

As they continued their intimate encounter, the lights from outside illuminated their entwined bodies, adding to the excitement of their forbidden tryst. As Mary felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, Jack pressed her against the glass wall, positioning her fully against it, gripping her plump buttocks firmly with both hands and thrusting forcefully into her wet pussy, penetrating her once more.

With every deep thrust, the room echoed with their raw passion as Jack reached her cervix, sending shivers through Mary’s body. She was too consumed by the moment to voice any objections. Her body surrendered to his movements as he pressed her to the window, her breasts spreading on the cool glass.

Mary could sense Jack’s intentions as she gazed through the glass, observing the passersby outside. The thought of being fucked by a man through the transparent barrier filled her with a mix of shame and excitement.

Feeling the slight increase in Jack’s size, Mary’s vaginal walls expanded comfortably, still tingling from the previous climax. She surrendered to the pleasure of his generous proportions once more.

Her mature, flawless form moved in sync with his rhythmic thrusts, skillfully maneuvering her smooth, plump buttocks, meeting his every motion.

With Jack eagerly taking her ample buttocks, she let out a series of moans, her flushed face betraying her pleasure and her expression sultry. Her body quivered as she lifted her hips higher, swaying with each forceful thrust.

Jack grinned mischievously, intensifying his movements while gripping Mary’s buttocks.

"It’s quite embarrassing, isn’t it? I feel like someone might actually catch us." Mary shyly remarked. The steamy encounter left her feeling incredibly aroused and sensitive, and it wasn’t long before she reached a screaming climax.

Jack didn’t let up, continuing to thrust vigorously while using both hands to fondle and squeeze her full breasts, his sizable glans relentlessly hitting her cervix with each forceful penetration.

Mary, once charming and alluring, was now consumed by lust once more. Her tousled hair, flushed cheeks, swaying movements, and moans painted a picture of unrestrained desire, her hands pressed firmly against the glass as if trying to break through it.

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure and lust, Mary couldn’t help but moan and gasp.

As her moans filled the air, Jack, overcome with pleasure, delivered a sharp slap on her buttocks, leaving red handprints on her soft, perky flesh, and announced, "I’m coming!"

Mary turned her head and eagerly urged, "Release it in my mouth, come in my mouth."

Excitedly, Jack withdrew his cock. Mary swiftly turned around, knelt before him, and eagerly took his glans into her mouth. With a loud cry, Jack released a thick, viscous stream of semen. Mary was taken aback by the volume and nearly choked.

She quickly released Jack’s cock, which continued to spurt thick white semen, splashing across her face, eyes, and even into her cleavage.

Struggling to swallow the semen in her mouth, Mary wiped her face and eyes clean with her hands before cupping Jack’s cock with both hands, licking off the remaining traces.

"Mary, you’re so lewd." Jack remarked, lowering his head to fondle Mary’s breasts.

Licking the last of the semen off her lips, Mary replied, "Blame your powerful cock; it’s turned me into a total slut." Meanwhile, Emily was video chatting with her husband, Powell Ramos on her phone.

Emily and Powell’s marriage was the result of a long, wonderful journey together.

Back in college, Emily had just broken up with her boyfriend and was in need of some peace and quiet.

She was a real catch, so guys were still hitting on her left and right.

Emily acted like she didn’t even notice, turning down all their advances.

Eventually, most guys realized she was out of their league and backed off, but Powell wasn’t one of them. Their meeting was totally by chance.

Feeling a bit down, Emily wanted to go to a concert, but when she got there, she found out it was sold out.

On the other hand, Powell had an extra ticket because his friend ditched him. When he learned Emily was a fellow student, he generously offered her the ticket.

Grateful, Emily later took him out for a meal, and that was how they started getting to know each other.

Although Powell was smitten with Emily, his maturity set him apart from other admirers and earned her respect.

Despite his humble background, Powell’s hard work and determination to get into college impressed Emily, leading her to eventually give him a chance.

In the beginning of their relationship, they were inseparable, treasuring every moment together. But after graduation, the reality of being a struggling couple hit them hard.

In his pursuit of success and a better life for Emily, Powell made the tough choice to start a business elsewhere, leaving Emily behind.

What Powell didn’t realize was that Emily valued their peaceful togetherness over his financial status, believing that having enough to get by mattered most.

This night, Emily found herself lost in thought again, wondering if she would have been better off with a man with simpler ambitions if she had known this earlier.

As she pondered, Emily received a video call request from Powell, which she quickly accepted.

Soon, Powell’s face popped up on the phone screen. He looked thinner than a few months ago, but his spirits seemed high.

However, Emily felt a sense of unease. While Powell was happy to see her, he only talked about his career, neglecting what truly mattered to her.

This made Emily even more uneasy. If Powell was already like this now, would he still care about her if he became a millionaire in the future? After chatting for a while and running out of things to say, Powell suddenly blurted out, "Hey babe, you’re looking real good today. Can you take off your clothes for me?"

Getting ready for the video call with Powell, Emily had taken a nice bath and slipped into a black lace nightgown.

As she lounged on the bed, one strap had slipped off revealing a bit more than intended, making Powell feel a bit hot under the collar. "Um, no, that’s too much." Emily blushed, feeling super shy.

"You’re my wife, no need to be shy," Powell pushed.

Feeling a mix of guilt and unable to resist Powell’s persistence, Emily reluctantly took off the nightgown.

Now fully exposed from the waist down, her legs parted, Emily lay on the bed in a state of vulnerable allure.

Unbeknownst to her, vaginal discharge was flowing continuously, making her pubic hair glisten. Her pink parts were on display, creating a seductive sight.

The camera was capturing it all for Powell to see.

"Baby, you’re looking so fine, so enticing!" Powell’s voice crackled through the headphones, full of excitement. "Your pussy calling my name, so pink! I can even see part of your backside. I want to fuck you, to feel my cock inside you, to be one with you!"

As he spoke, he quickly got down to business, masturbating.

"Darling, you’re so hot, your pussy are so pink. Do you want me? Does this turn you on? Let me show you a good time. I’ll be gentle, touching you all over. I’ll take my time, making you beg for more. Then I’ll hold you from behind, grab your tits and fuck you hard. I want to fuck you all night, making you mine." Powell whispered huskily.

Listening to Powell’s explicit words, Emily felt a rush of arousal, her hand instinctively rubbing her clit as her body quivered, lost in the moment as if they were truly making love.

Powell’s pace quickened, his words never stopping. "Baby, you’re irresistible! I need to fuck you to death. I have to! I’ll keep going, feeling every part of you, showing you real love."

Emily was so turned on that she couldn’t even keep the phone steady.

Hearing Powell’s voice and seeing his cock on the phone, she climaxed, squirting intensely under his gaze, the powerful release spraying the bed, floor, and screen.

The aftermath left her weak, unable to even move a muscle. Her body still trembled slightly from the intense climax, her delicate parts moving gently, while vaginal discharge continued to flow, passing through her backside, dripping onto the sheets, and pooling on the floor, all in full view of Powell. "Baby, it’s incredible, I’m about to finish inside you!"

Finally, Powell reached his peak as well.

Craving more, he decided to turn on the screen recording, planning to enjoy the moment later when he had some free time.

After chatting for a while, the two wrapped up the video call.

The next day at work, Emily noticed Jack was missing from his usual studio, leaving her puzzled.

Where could Jack have gone?

Unbeknownst to her, at that moment, Jack was in the restroom with Mary, engaged in a passionate encounter.

Despite Jack almost fucked Mary so hard the night before, she had fully recovered and was eager for more.

Addicted to Jack’s size, as soon as work started, she pulled him into the restroom.

Once inside, Mary wasted no time in taking off Jack’s pants and eagerly stroking his cock.

With her hands on his cock and her ample chest on display, Jack grew excited, quickly becoming erect.

Surprised by his quick erection, Mary first used her small hands to gently stroke him before pressing her breasts around his shaft, starting a slow and sensual titfuck.

Her soft, full breasts provided a sensation almost as satisfying as intercourse, and as they rubbed against him, his glans occasionally peeked out.

Mary then took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue for intense pleasure.

Overwhelmed, Jack shuddered. Unable to contain himself, he urged, "Quick, undress, I want to watch you and touch you."