Chapter 956: Caught Red-Handed By Gabriela

Gabriela’s lips curled into a slow, wicked grin. She didn’t speak—didn’t need to. She simply sauntered closer—towel now draped loosely over one shoulder, tits bouncing freely, nipples still red and swollen from earlier abuse. Cum continued to drip from her cunt with every step—leaving a glistening trail behind her like she was marking her territory.

She stopped at the edge of the bed—close enough that I could smell the clean soap on her skin mixed with the faint musk of her arousal—and leaned down, pretending to adjust the blanket near my shoulder.

Her voice came out sweet, innocent—loud enough for Samantha to hear under the covers.

"Feeling better, husband? You look... tense."

Under the blanket, Samantha’s breath hitched—hot against my chest. Her thigh flexed—squeezing my cock between her soft skin and her own body—then rocked once, subtle but deliberate, letting the head drag along her inner thigh in a slow, teasing slide.

I groaned—soft, involuntary—hips twitching upward.

Gabriela noticed—eyes flicking to the moving lump under the blanket—and her smile turned positively feral.

"Oh... husband... are you... uncomfortable?" she purred, voice dripping with mock innocence. "That blanket looks... awfully lumpy... maybe I should check..."

She reached for the edge of the blanket—fingers brushing the wet spot where Samantha’s hand was working me—then paused, looking straight into my eyes with pure, wicked delight.

"Or... maybe you’d rather I leave it alone... and let whatever’s under there... take care of you...?"

Samantha’s strokes sped up—thumb circling the head through the fabric—her breath hot and fast against my chest.

Her thoughts were a frantic, triumphant chant:

[She has no idea... I’m jerking him right now... under her nose... he’s throbbing so hard... leaking for me... not her... I’m going to make him cum... right here... while she teases... while she thinks she’s in control... revenge... sweet revenge...]

Gabriela leaned down—lips brushing my ear—whispering so only I could hear.

"She’s under there, isn’t she...? Your little jealous woman... stroking you while I watch... mmm... let her... let her think she’s winning... then we’ll show her who really owns this cock..."

She straightened—tits swaying—then casually adjusted her towel, letting it slip lower until it barely covered her dripping pussy.

Samantha’s hand faltered—just for a second—then gripped harder.

The game had only just begun.

But Samantha wasn’t content to just tease anymore.

Her thoughts surged again—sharp, vengeful, dripping with smug lust:

[Time to make him crack... time to remind him who really took him first... who really made him cum like a virgin fountain... not this big-titted show-off... me...]

Under the blanket—hidden completely from Gabriela’s view—Samantha moved with sudden, bold purpose.

She hiked her uniform skirt up around her hips—quietly, carefully—then hooked one finger into the crotch of her panties and yanked them aside. Her pussy—already soaked, lips puffy and glistening—brushed against the head of my cock through the blanket for one teasing second.

Then she lifted her hips—just enough—and guided the swollen tip to her entrance.

I felt it instantly—the hot, wet kiss of her cunt against my leaking slit.

She didn’t hesitate.

She sank down—slowly, deliberately—taking the head inside her tight, dripping channel with a soft, wet

schlurp

that was muffled completely by the blanket.

Her inner walls gripped me like a vice—hot, velvety, fluttering as she swallowed inch after inch.

She bit her lip hard—stifling a moan—then rocked her hips once, taking me deeper until half my cock was buried inside her.

Her thoughts flooded my mind—triumphant, filthy:

[There... he’s inside me again... where he belongs... not with her... not with anyone else... just me... under this blanket... while she stands there showing off her tits... thinking she’s in control... revenge... sweet, tight, wet revenge... feel how I clench around you... How I milk you... just like the first time... before you even knew it was me...]

I bit back a groan—barely—hips twitching upward instinctively, pushing deeper into her gripping heat.

Samantha’s hips rolled faster—short, desperate—her pussy clenching like a fist around me.

I was close—dangerously close—fighting to keep my face neutral while my cock throbbed inside her hidden heat.

Then Samantha shifted—angling her hips just right—and sank down one last time.

The head of my cock pushed past her cervix—breaching the tight, soft ring of her womb with a sudden, deep

pop

that made her entire body seize.

Her thoughts exploded—raw, overwhelmed:

[Oh god—yes—he’s inside my womb... so deep... stretching me open... claiming me where no one else has... revenge... he’s going to cum right there... fill my womb... mark me... make me his again...]

She clenched hard—walls fluttering wildly around my shaft—and I lost it.

My cock pulsed violently—thick, hot ropes of cum erupting straight into her womb, flooding the deepest part of her in forceful jets. Spurt after spurt painted her insides white—filling her uterus until it felt swollen, overstuffed, the pressure building until it had nowhere to go but out.

Samantha couldn’t hold back.

A loud, broken moan tore from her throat—high and desperate—muffled only slightly by the blanket.

"Aaah—Master—yes—inside my womb—cumming—cumming so hard—fill me—breed me—aaah—!"

Her pussy spasmed—walls clamping down like a fist—and she squirted violently, hot jets spraying out around my buried cock, soaking the blanket, my thighs, the sheets beneath us in powerful, messy arcs.

Gabriela—still standing at the bedside—heard the unmistakable cry.

She showed a smirk and asked, pretending to be surprised by a sudden cry," Who... who is there?"

She reached down—fingers gripping the blanket edge—and yanked it back in one swift motion.

The blanket flew off—revealing Samantha fully impaled on my cock, skirt hiked to her waist, panties shoved aside, pussy stretched wide around my shaft, cum and squirt gushing out in thick, creamy floods.

Samantha’s eyes flew open—caught mid-orgasm, face flushed, mouth open in a silent scream as another jet of squirt sprayed from her stuffed cunt.

Gabriela gasped—exaggerated, theatrical—hand flying to her mouth.

"Oh my god... Samantha... you naughty little thing... riding my husband’s cock right under the blanket... while I was in the shower... taking him so deep... letting him spurt straight into your womb... look at you... squirting like a fountain... cum pouring out of your greedy little hole... aaah... he’s still pulsing inside you... filling you up... marking you... right in front of me..."

Samantha’s body convulsed—another hard squirt ripping through her as my cock kept spurting, flooding her womb until it overflowed in creamy white rivers that ran down her thighs and soaked the bed.

"Aaah—Madam—I’m sorry—couldn’t help it—his cock... so deep... in my womb... cumming inside me—aaah—can’t stop squirting—please—don’t be mad—let me keep him—just a little longer—nnh—yes—more—fill me—!"