Lusting Voyeur's adventures

Lina is a nympho voyeur who loves to watch people in their homes doing all kinds of dirty sexy stuff. Late night she sneaks up on people's gardens and she gets off by watching One night she gets into a garden of her neighbors. She knew they were sex craving animals. Lucy the neighbor is a hot milf with big bouncing boobs. Dark long hair pale skin clean shaven pussy. Her husband is short but muscular man big fat dick. He likes to be tortured by his wife. Lucy likes to be in control but most of all she loves lots of cum free flowing from her husband. Lina found jackpot with watching this couple

Lina crouched behind the thick hydrangea bushes, knees sinking into the damp grass. The neighbors’ bedroom window was cracked open—just enough to let out the sounds of skin slapping skin. She bit her lip, her soaked panties clinging as she adjusted the tiny binoculars in her grip. Lucy was on top, pale thighs gripping her husband’s waist, her big tits bouncing with every vicious grind. She had him pinned—arms stretched taut above his head, her nails digging into his wrists. "You don’t move until I say," she hissed, rolling her hips in slow, merciless circles. His cock pulsed beneath her, thick and flushed, glistening with her slick. Lina’s fingers slipped beneath her skirt, her own clit already swollen. She watched Lucy lean back, dragging her shaved pussy up his length before slamming down, milking him with her tight grip. The man groaned, hips jerking—earning him a sharp slap across the chest. "I said *don’t fucking move*." Lina’s breath hitched. This was better than she’d imagined. Lucy’s moans grew louder, her rhythm turning erratic as she rode him toward oblivion. The man’s thighs tensed, his teeth bared. "I’m gonna—" "Good." Lucy smirked, grinding harder. "Cover me." Lina’s fingers worked faster, her own climax coiling as she watched the man erupt—thick ropes of cum splattering Lucy’s stomach, her tits, her chin. Lucy threw her head back, laughing as she smeared it over her skin. Jackpot indeed.

Lina continues to watch hiding in the bushes. With the excitement she stumbles onto the floor. There it was a garden gnome. Her thoughts knees are hurting should sit up on something, gnome seems to be just the right hight. Little did Lina know that her wet pussy will lube gnomes pointy hat just enough and Lina will find herself fucked by it. While Lucy continues to torture her husband

Lina's foot caught on a root, sending her stumbling forward—her hip colliding with the garden gnome’s pointed hat. The cold ceramic pressed against her soaked panties, sending a jolt through her. She gasped, legs wobbling, but instead of pulling away, she let the pressure linger. The hat’s sharp tip dug through the damp fabric, dragging against her swollen lips. "Fuck," she breathed, grinding down instinctively. The gnome’s rough surface rubbed her clit with each tiny shift of her hips. Across the window, Lucy was still riding her husband, one hand fisted in his hair as she forced his face against her cum-smeared tits. "Lick it *clean*," Lucy ordered, her voice sharp. Lina bit back a moan, the gnome’s hat slipping deeper as she sank onto it. The stretch burned—just enough to make her thighs shake. She braced her hands on the gnome’s shoulders, riding its rigid shape in time with Lucy’s frenzied pace. Every thrust sent the pointed tip grinding against her walls, the friction raw and unforgiving. Lucy’s husband whimpered beneath her, his cock twitching again—already hard. "Round two?" Lucy purred, slapping his cheek. "Good boy." Lina’s vision blurred as the gnome filled her, her own climax crashing in brutal waves.

Lina continues to grind on the gnome in aftermath of her orgasm. Still well hidden from the couple. Lucy continues to shame and insult her husband which is weirdly arousing him and in his position his fat cock doesn't stop to leak drops oc his thick semen

Lina’s thighs trembled as she rocked against the gnome, her swollen cunt still clenching around its pointed hat. The ceramic was slick with her arousal, each slow grind sending aftershocks through her body. Across the yard, Lucy had her husband by the throat, her free hand stroking his leaking cock with deliberate cruelty. "Look at you," she sneered, twisting her grip just shy of pain. "Dripping like a bitch in heat." The man shuddered, a thick pearl of cum beading at his tip before dripping onto his stomach. Lina’s breath hitched—her fingers dug into the gnome’s shoulders as she pressed down harder, the blunt stretch forcing a quiet whine from her throat. Lucy leaned in, licking a stripe up her husband’s neck. "You want to come again?" Her voice dropped. "Beg." Lina’s hips jerked, the gnome hitting a spot that made her toes curl. She could hear the man’s broken pleas, Lucy’s mocking laughter—the wet slap of skin as she jerked him faster. Then, Lucy’s nails raked down his chest. "Too bad." She released him, leaving his cock twitching and untouched. "Suffer." Lina bit her lip raw, riding the gnome through another wave of pleasure, her body strung tight between humiliation and lust.

Lina was still hiding in the dark just under the window shelf of couples bedroom. Lucy had a degrading idea to get her husband to sit on that shelf and to show him to the night with the idea of degrading him more. His hands were tied on his back. Hic cock hard cum still dripping from it. Drops of cum fall right on Lina's face, she's well hidden. Lucy is fucking herself with a big dildo while she insults her husband

Lina’s breath stilled as the first warm drop splashed against her cheek. She didn’t dare move—didn’t dare wipe it away. Above her, Lucy’s husband sat bound on the windowsill, his thick cock jutting out over the edge, twitching with each taunt Lucy hurled at him. "Look at you," Lucy purred, sinking deeper onto the dildo with a wet slap. "Dripping all over the garden like a fucking animal." Another pearl of cum rolled down his shaft, landing on Lina’s parted lips. Her tongue darted out instinctively, the salty tang flooding her mouth as Lucy groaned above her. "Pathetic." Lucy’s fingers circled her clit, her rhythm relentless. "You’re just a fucking mess, aren’t you?" Lina’s pulse hammered as more drops hit her—her chin, her neck. She tilted her head slightly, letting the next one catch on her tongue. The man whimpered, his thighs trembling, and Lucy laughed. "You like this, don’t you?" She slapped his inner thigh, leaving a red mark. "Knowing someone’s down there tasting your shame." Lina’s fingers crept between her own legs, stifling a moan as she rubbed her clit in time with Lucy’s thrusts. The gnome still pressed against her back, its rough edges biting into her skin—reminding her she wasn’t supposed to move. Lucy’s breath hitched. "Beg me to come," she ordered her husband, twisting the dildo inside herself. "Now."

Mark couldn't take no more. He begged for a release. Lucy sat on the bed and continues to push her toy deeper pushing herself towards orgasm. She instruct mark that he can cum now. Lina heard the command and just opened her mouth in her hiding place under the window. Thick streams of cum covered her face and mouth. She kept quiet not to be discovered

Mark’s voice cracked, ragged and desperate. "Please—*please* let me—" Lucy smirked, arching her back as she fucked herself harder on the dildo. "Go on, then," she taunted, her free hand rolling a nipple between sharp fingers. "Drip all over your little secret down there." Lina barely had time to open her mouth wider before thick pulses of cum splashed across her lips, her tongue, her lashes. She swallowed what she could, the rest streaking hot down her chin. Her thighs clenched around nothing, her own arousal slick between them. Lucy watched Mark’s cock twitch with each spurt, her own breath coming faster. "Good boy," she cooed, riding the dildo in shallow, brutal thrusts now. "Now sit there and *watch*." Lina’s fingers dug into the dirt beneath her as she licked her lips clean, tasting him, tasting *her* control. Above, Lucy’s moans turned sharp—her hips stuttered, her thighs shaking. The wet sound of the toy pistoning inside her filled the room. Mark’s bound hands strained against the ropes, his spent cock still jerking weakly. A final drop landed on Lina’s collarbone, and she shuddered, pressing her thighs together to mute the ache. Lucy’s gasp was knife-sharp. "*Fuck*—" Her spine arched, her cunt clamping around the toy as she came. Silence. Then a low, satisfied laugh. "Stay right there, Mark. We’re not done." Lina exhaled against the wall, soaked and silent. Waiting.

As mark returned to bed with Lucy. Lina had time to escape from her hiding place. She ran home face still covered in neighbors cum. She locked herself in the bathroom and took a hot shower. She finally went to bed dreaming of her adventure

(Note: The provided continuation doesn’t quite follow the narrative tension established—it resolves the scene too quickly. Below is a more fluid, immersive extension that keeps the heat and control dynamic alive.) --- Lina’s skin burned where Mark’s cum had dried—her lips sticky, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks of denied pleasure. The moment Lucy dragged Mark back to bed by his leash, she slipped from the bushes, grass clinging to her bare knees. Her apartment door clicked shut behind her, the lock engaging with a too-loud *snap*. The bathroom light flickered on, harsh against her wrecked reflection: smeared lips, tangled hair, the glisten of him still on her collarbone. The shower hissed to life, steam fogging the mirror as she stepped under the spray. Water sluiced between her breasts, carrying traces of salt down her body. She swiped a hand over her mouth, licking the last remnants from her fingertips. Her other hand slid lower, fingertips circling her clit with the same rough rhythm Lucy had used—*punishment*, *reward*, she wasn’t sure which. The bathroom air thickened with steam. Her back hit the tiles as her thighs fell open, the ache between them sharpening. She imagined Mark’s choked gasps, Lucy’s fingers in her hair, the gnome’s rough edges branding her spine— Her orgasm hit like a live wire, silencing her cry against her own wrist. Hours later, tangled in sweat-damp sheets, she dreamed of open windows and the weight of being watched.

Next Lina goes on another night crawl and she watches an older woman could be someone's grandmother living by herself. Still in very good shape with a secret.

Lina’s bare feet padded silently across the dew-slick grass, the night air cool against her flushed skin. The thrill of discovery hummed through her veins—this time, her gaze fixed on the dimly lit window of Mrs. Hawthorne’s cottage. The woman was in her seventies, silver hair always pinned neatly, a widow who baked pies for the neighborhood. But tonight, the curtains were parted just enough. Lina crouched behind the hydrangeas, pulse quickening as she watched Mrs. Hawthorne unbutton her lace blouse with deliberate slowness. The woman’s body was taut for her age, nipples peaked beneath a sheer bra, her movements unhurried as she peeled off her slacks. Then—the glide of a drawer opening. A polished wooden box. Inside, a sleek black vibrator, its tip already glistening. Mrs. Hawthorne’s breath hitched as she settled into an armchair, legs falling open, the hem of her slip riding up to reveal toned thighs. Her fingers circled her clit first, teasing, before pressing the buzzing length inside with a low moan. Lina’s own thighs pressed together, heat pooling between them. The woman arched, her free hand tugging at a nipple, her rhythm growing ruthless. A gasp, a shudder—wet sounds filling the quiet room. Then, sharp and sudden, Mrs. Hawthorne’s eyes flicked toward the window. Lina froze. A smirk curled the older woman’s lips. Her fingers didn’t stop. *Come closer*, her gaze seemed to say. Lina’s breath caught. She didn’t run.

Lina didn't move. Still hidden. Miss Hawthorne got up and approaches the open window her toy still humming inside her. She said to Lina don't worry little I knew about your voyeurism. But now you can participate in a way. She pulled out her toy and offered it to Lina's mouth. She said to Lina have a taste of this creamy pussy

Lina’s pulse hammered in her throat as Mrs. Hawthorne leaned against the windowsill, the toy glistening under the soft glow of the lamp. The older woman’s fingers were slick, arousal dripping down her knuckles as she extended the vibrator toward Lina’s lips. The scent of her—musky, sweet—cut through the night air. Lina hesitated only a second before leaning in, tongue darting out to catch the wetness clinging to the silicone. Salt and heat burst across her taste buds, and a soft moan escaped her. Mrs. Hawthorne’s chuckle was low, approving. “Good girl,” she murmured, dragging the toy slowly along Lina’s bottom lip before pressing it back inside herself with a gasp. “But you’ve been watching long enough.” She reached down, fingers curling in Lina’s hair—not gentle, not cruel—just firm. “Come inside.” The command sent a shiver down Lina’s spine. She rose, knees unsteady, as Mrs. Hawthorne stepped back from the window, leaving the back door ajar. The hum of the toy still filled the room, mingling with the older woman’s heavy breaths as Lina crossed the threshold. “On your knees,” Mrs. Hawthorne ordered, settling back into the armchair, thighs spread wide. “Show me how hungry you really are.” Lina dropped without hesitation, her hands sliding up the woman’s calves as she leaned in, licking a slow stripe through damp folds. The taste was richer now, deeper, and she moaned against swollen flesh as Mrs. Hawthorne’s fingers tightened in her hair. “That’s it,” the woman sighed, rocking up against Lina’s mouth. “Take your time, darling. *Devour* me.”

Lina obeyed, her tongue lapping greedily at Mrs. Hawthorne’s wetness, savoring the way the older woman’s thighs trembled around her. The vibrator buzzed against her cheek as Mrs. Hawthorne worked it in tight circles over her clit, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Use your fingers too," she ordered, arching her hips. "Two—yes, just like that—*fuck*." Lina slid them inside easily, the woman’s tight heat gripping her knuckles as she thrust in time with the flick of her tongue. Mrs. Hawthorne’s moans climbed higher, her grip on Lina’s hair turning punishing. "Don’t stop," she hissed, grinding down onto Lina’s mouth. "Make me come all over that pretty face." Lina doubled her efforts, sucking her swollen clit between her lips as her fingers curled deep. The air thickened with the scent of sweat and arousal, the slick sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. Mrs. Hawthorne’s hips jerked—once, twice—before she let out a choked cry, her thighs clamping around Lina’s ears as she shuddered through her climax. When she finally sagged back into the chair, she didn’t let go of Lina’s hair. "Now," she panted, eyes dark with satisfaction, "it’s your turn." She tugged sharply. "Strip."

Mrs Hawthorne devouring Lina's young fresh pussy and she didn't hesitate to force her thumb into Lina's ass. New sensation for Lina. Once Lina came Mrs Hawthorne threw her out saying you had enough little voyeur

Mrs. Hawthorne’s grip on Lina’s hair didn’t loosen as she dragged her forward, forcing her to stand. With quick, efficient movements, she stripped Lina bare—fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and yanking them down her thighs. The air was cool against Lina’s exposed skin, but it didn’t last. Mrs. Hawthorne shoved her backward onto the couch, spreading Lina’s legs wide before sinking between them. No teasing—just the hot, wet slide of her tongue through Lina’s dripping folds. A ragged gasp tore from Lina’s throat as the woman’s mouth latched onto her clit, sucking hard. Then—*pressure*. The blunt push of Mrs. Hawthorne’s thumb against her asshole, slick with spit and Lina’s own arousal. Lina arched, a moan catching in her chest as the intrusion stretched her, burned just enough to make her toes curl. “*Fuck*—!” Mrs. Hawthorne didn’t slow, thrusting her thumb deeper as her tongue lashed Lina’s clit in rough, relentless strokes. The dual sensation—pleasure and the sharp bite of intrusion—sent sparks behind Lina’s eyelids. She clutched at the couch, hips jerking uncontrollably as the pressure built, coiled, then *snapped*. Her orgasm crashed over her with a choked cry, body trembling under Mrs. Hawthorne’s hands. The older woman pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Before Lina could catch her breath, a sharp slap landed on her thigh. “Up.” Mrs. Hawthorne stood, tossing Lina’s clothes at her. “You’ve had enough, little voyeur.” Dazed, still throbbing, Lina barely managed to dress before stumbling toward the door. Mrs. Hawthorne’s smirk followed her out into the dark.

Days passed and Lina's young pussy was aching for some fun. Lina decided to find someone new to watch and spy on in their intimate moment

--- Lina’s fingers twitched against her thigh, restless. Days of nothing but her own touch had left her body coiled tight, aching for something sharper. She needed to *watch* again—to feel that raw, voyeuristic thrill twisting in her stomach. The dingy apartment across the alley had thin curtains. She’d noticed them weeks ago. Tonight, a silhouette moved inside—a man, broad-shouldered, stripping off his shirt as he paced near the window. Lina licked her lips, her pulse kicking up as she leaned closer to her own window. The man turned, peeling off his pants next, and her breath hitched. The outline of his cock was obvious even from here, half-hard as he palmed himself lazily. Then another figure joined him—smaller, curvier. A woman, kneeling between his legs. Lina’s thighs pressed together as the woman’s head dipped, her mouth no doubt wrapping around him. She couldn’t see details, but she didn’t need to. The man’s hand fisting in the woman’s hair, the jerky thrust of his hips—her imagination filled in the rest. Her fingers slid under her waistband, her own wetness slick against her fingertips. She kept her eyes locked on the couple, mimicking the woman’s rhythm with her circling thumb. She wouldn’t just watch tonight. She’d *learn*.

She needs to get closer, she wants to see more. As she got closer to the neighbors window she didn't expect that there was somebody else spying on the couple

Lina crept down the fire escape, bare feet silent against the rusted metal. The couple’s window was just a few feet away now—close enough to hear the rhythmic wet sounds of the woman sucking him off, the man’s low groans. Her pulse roared in her ears as she pressed against the brick, fingers gripping the sill for balance. Then—*movement*. A hand clamped over her mouth from behind, yanking her back against a hard body. “Naughty girl,” a voice murmured, hot against her ear. She stiffened, struggling, but the grip only tightened. The stranger’s free hand slid down her stomach, fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties with practiced ease. “You like watching?” He stroked her clit in slow, teasing circles, matching the pace of the woman inside working the man’s cock. “Bet you’d like it even more if they *saw* you.” Lina moaned against his palm, hips jerking into his touch. The couple was *right there*—one glance and they’d catch her, exposed, another hand working her open. The stranger’s teeth grazed her neck. “Let’s give them a show.”

The stranger’s fingers curled inside her, pressing deep as his thumb kept circling her clit, relentless. Lina’s legs trembled—she could feel the rough brick against her bare back, the cold night air on her flushed skin, the warm wetness of her own arousal coating his hand. Inside the window, the woman moaned around the man’s cock, her knees sinking deeper into the carpet as he fucked her mouth in short, sharp thrusts. The stranger behind Lina sped his fingers to match, his breath ragged against her throat. “They’re gonna notice,” he growled. “Look how close they are.” And he was right—one shift of the man’s gaze and he’d see her pinned there, panting, her nipples stiff under her thin shirt. The woman’s fingers dug into the man’s thighs, her head bobbing faster. The stranger bit down on Lina’s shoulder, twisting his fingers just *so*. “Come for them,” he ordered. “Now.” She couldn’t stop it—her back arched as the pleasure tore through her, muffling her cry against his palm. The man inside *finally* glanced up—his eyes locked onto hers just as his cock pulsed into the woman’s mouth. The stranger laughed darkly, fingers still working her through the aftershocks. “Told you they’d watch.”

The man saw Lina as he came hard. He said nothing to his wife. He placed his wife in a way he could Fuck her and also watch Lina outside. Lina's eyes were locked on the couple and she let dark stranger have his way with her

The man’s grip on his wife’s hair tightened as he guided her onto all fours, positioning her so the window framed her arched back—and his cock driving into her from behind. His gaze never left Lina, even as he groaned from the wet heat clenching around him. The stranger behind Lina wasted no time. His hand shoved her panties aside, freeing her completely to the cold air before his cock pressed against her, thick and demanding. He didn’t ask. One sharp thrust buried him inside her, still slick from his fingers. Lina gasped, her hands scrambling against the brick as he fucked her hard, each snap of his hips forcing a choked noise from her throat. The man in the window watched, his thrusts growing rougher, mirroring the stranger’s pace. “Look at him,” the stranger growled, teeth scraping her ear. “He’s using her just like I’m using you.” Lina whimpered, her body tightening around him as the man inside groaned, his hips stuttering. She saw the exact moment he came—jaw clenched, eyes dark with satisfaction as they held hers through the glass. The stranger didn’t slow, driving her toward another brutal climax until her thighs shook and her vision blurred. The wife never noticed. But *he* did—and when the stranger finally spilled inside Lina with a rough curse, the man’s smirk told her this wasn’t over.

Lina panicked and escaped. Few days later she met man's wife in the elevator. As soon as she saw her Lina thought of that night watching the woman and her husband. But now she could smell her perfume.. so exciting Woman suddenly turns telling Lina I know you are watching us. It's the best he ever fucked me so I need you to continue watching us.

The elevator doors slid shut, trapping Lina in the heavy silence with *her*—the wife’s perfume curling between them, musky and sweet. Lina’s pulse spiked. The woman turned smoothly, her gaze locking onto Lina’s with unnerving calm. “I *know* you were watching us,” she murmured. The corner of her mouth lifted. “That night—it’s the best he’s ever fucked me.” Lina’s breath hitched, the memory flooding back: the woman’s knees digging into carpet, her husband’s cock stretching her lips— The wife stepped closer, her fingers brushing Lina’s wrist. “So I need you to keep watching.” Her nails dug in just enough to sting. “Tonight. Our place. Don’t make me beg.” The elevator dinged. The woman sauntered out, tossing a glance over her shoulder. “Nine o’clock. Wear something easy to take off.” Lina’s thighs pressed together, arousal pooling hot between them. She barely remembered the ride up to her own floor, her mind already replaying the stranger’s hands, the husband’s hungry stare—*fuck*, she was going back for more.

Lina crept to the familiar window, the humid night air sticking to her skin. The wife had left it slightly ajar—an invitation. Inside, the room glowed dim, the husband sprawled naked on the bed while his wife straddled him, her back to the glass. Lina’s breath fogged the pane as she pressed closer, one hand already working the fat dildo between her thighs, its weight stretching her panties taut. The wife arched, rolling her hips in slow circles, but her eyes—*fuck*—her eyes were fixed on Lina’s shadow in the window. “You like watching him try not to come?” she murmured, loud enough to carry. Her fingers dug into her husband’s chest, nails leaving red trails. “He’s *dying* to fuck you instead.” Lina bit her lip, thrusting the dildo deeper, the silicone ridge rubbing her just right. The wife moaned, theatrical and sweet, as her husband grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. He didn’t hesitate. One hand fisted her hair while the other spread her, his cock driving into her with a wet slap. “That’s it,” the wife gasped, cheek mashed into the sheets but still staring at Lina. “Get yourself ready for him.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, venomous and slick. “He’s gonna ruin you next.” Lina’s thighs trembled, the dildo hitting that spot again and again as the wife’s cries pitched higher. She could almost taste the salt of their skin, smell the musk of sweat and sex—*almost*, but not quite. Not yet.

Lina’s free hand smeared the glass as she braced herself, watching the wife’s body jolt with every thrust. The man’s grip on her hips was brutal, fingers leaving dark imprints as he pounded into her. A low groan escaped him—raw, unfiltered—and the sound seared through Lina’s veins. The wife twisted, gripping the headboard, her glare locking onto Lina’s through the window. “Come inside,” she demanded, breathless. “Or are you just a *watcher*?” Lina didn’t hesitate. The dildo clattered to the balcony floor as she shoved the window open, her pulse roaring in her ears. The wife’s smirk was triumphant as she rolled onto her back, legs splayed. The man turned, his cock glistening, still buried deep inside his wife. His gaze raked over Lina—hungry, possessive. “Get over here,” he growled. Lina stepped into the heat of the room, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. The wife reached for her, dragging her down onto the bed by the waistband of her panties. “You’ll take what he gives you,” she murmured against Lina’s ear, biting the lobe hard enough to make her gasp. “And you’ll *thank* us after.” The man’s rough hands flipped Lina onto her stomach, his weight pinning her as the wife’s fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her to watch them again—closer now, *so much closer*—as he slid back into his wife with a groan. “Pay attention,” the wife panted, arching beneath him. “This is how he’ll break you.” Lina moaned, her hips grinding into the mattress, already aching for it.

The couple adjusted so Lina's face was right behind the mans ass so she could see a close-up how he's penetrating her. Man offered why don't she lick his wife's ass while he's in her pussy. Lina loved it

The wife’s fingers tightened in Lina’s hair, yanking her forward until her face pressed against the man’s lower back. The thick musk of sweat and sex filled her nose as he rocked into his wife, each thrust giving her a perfect view of his cock stretching her slick entrance. “Lick her,” the man ordered, his voice rough. “Right now.” Lina didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to trace the tight rim of the wife’s ass as the man fucked her. Salty, musky—*perfect*. The wife gasped, arching harder into him. “Fuck, *yes*,” she moaned, grinding back against Lina’s tongue. “Eat me while he fills me up.” Lina obeyed, lapping at her with slow, wet strokes, savoring the way the wife clenched around her husband’s cock as pleasure rippled through her. The man’s thrusts grew rougher, his grip on the wife’s hips bruising. “Good girl,” the wife panted, reaching back to tangle her fingers in Lina’s hair again. “Now *deeper*.” Lina moaned against her skin, pressing her tongue firmer, harder—until the wife cried out, her body shuddering. The man growled, his pace turning erratic, his cock plunging into her with wet, slapping sounds. Lina didn’t stop. She wanted to taste them both when they came.

The wife's thighs trembled as Lina's tongue worked her ass in slow, firm circles, each stroke timed to the man's relentless thrusts. A sharp whimper escaped her when Lina suddenly sucked the sensitive skin, her nails digging into the sheets. "Christ—*harder*," the man snarled, slamming his hips forward so deep the wife's body jerked. His hand left her hip and gripped the back of Lina's neck, forcing her face tighter against the wife’s skin. "Make her fucking *squirm*." Lina moaned, hollowing her cheeks to suck harder, flicking the tip of her tongue just under the ridge of the wife’s asshole. The woman gasped, her whole body tensing as pleasure coiled tight in her belly— "Fuck, I'm gonna—" The wife's voice cracked, her body seizing as the first wave hit. The man swore, pounding into her through it, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. Lina didn’t stop. She licked through the wife’s shudders, tasting sweat and salt and *them*, drunk on it. The man finally pulled out, his cock glistening, and turned to Lina with dark, intent eyes. "Your turn." He dragged her up the bed by her hair. "Open your mouth."

Lina’s lips parted without hesitation, her tongue already slick with the taste of them. The man grabbed his cock, still glistening with his wife’s wetness, and dragged the swollen head across her mouth, smearing precum over her bottom lip. “Suck,” he growled. She obeyed, taking him deep, her throat opening eagerly as he filled her mouth. The wife moaned beside them, rolling onto her side to watch, her fingers trailing down her own damp stomach. “That’s it,” the wife murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Take him just like I did.” Lina hollowed her cheeks, her tongue working the underside of his cock as he thrust shallowly between her lips. He tasted like sweat and sex, the musk of their combined pleasure heavy on her tongue. His grip tightened in her hair as she dragged her teeth lightly along his length—just enough to make him hiss. The wife shifted closer, her fingers tangling in Lina’s hair beside her husband’s. “Swallow every drop,” she whispered, her breath hot against Lina’s ear. “Then I want you to lick him clean from my pussy.” Lina moaned around his cock, her own hips rolling against the mattress at the thought.