Look At Him

"What is it, Carl? Just tell me what's on your mind."

"Thank you, but I hope you don't mind if I ask for two sandwiches instead of one," Carl said softly with a chuckle.

Internally, he smiled at his own ingenuity. What was the absolute best way to enjoy a gorgeous MILF under a tight schedule? Naturally, it was extending the timer as far as it could possibly go!

"Oh, okay! Don't worry about it at all! It might take me a few extra minutes, but I'll bring them right up!" Aria responded with enthusiastic energy. At the very least, she was happy to help out their helpful neighbor.

"See that, Natasha? We don't have any problems at all now," Carl murmured, carrying her smoothly up the hallway while Natasha hid her flushed face in his shoulder.

...

Creak... click.

Carl stepped into her master bedroom, closing the door behind them and quietly sliding the lock into place just in case his luck ran out at an inconvenient moment.

"Show me that gorgeous ass of yours—let's do doggy style." Carl laid her gently onto the center of the large bed, peeling her favorite leggings completely off her legs and tossing them aside onto a nearby chair.

"Ahh... are we really going to do this...?" she panted, her cheeks burning.

"Of course we are. Don't try to stall now. Look at my dick—it's already throbbing for you." Carl stroked his shaft, demonstrating his complete readiness.

"H-How... how is your dick rock-hard again already...? It's only been a few minutes!" She turned her head back over her shoulder, her wide eyes locked onto his impressive length.

"I can fuck you all day long for as long as you desire, Natasha. This is just a walk in the park for me." Carl glanced over at the nightstand, where a framed photo rested in clear view.

It was a wedding portrait showing a handsome man and a radiant Natasha smiling side by side—her marriage photo with her husband.

"O-Oh..." Natasha gasped as her eyes followed his gaze, hurriedly grabbing a nearby pillow and burying her face in it out of sudden shame.

"Raise your ass high for me. I want to see your lovely pussy, Natasha." Carl raised his palm, and without hesitation, struck her smooth buttock cheek!

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ahn! Ahnn... ahnn... w-why did you do that..." she moaned aloud, her heart hammering against her ribs twice as fast as before.

"Because you're stalling. Now drop the act and raise your hips."

"Ahn... ahnn... please don't spank my ass like that..."

Spank!

"Nghn!"

"What was that? You want me to spank your ass even harder? Heh, you're getting greedy asking for more, Natasha." Carl spat a mouthful of saliva onto his fingers to lubricate them.

"Ahn... ahnn... I-I didn't say that! Please don't spank me..."

"Yes, yes, you love my spankings, Natasha—I know you do. Now settle your moans down and let me warm you up first." Carl inserted three fingers back into her wet heat, while using his other hand to caress her silky, flawless back.

"Ahn... ahnn... N-No, I don't want to get spanked..." Her face remained buried deep in the accent pillow, her knees planted firmly on the mattress as her hips stayed lifted high.

Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...

"Look at your pussy soaking my fingers. Is your husband really that pathetic, Natasha?" Carl worked his fingers deeper from behind, rubbing the thick head of his cock against the cleft of her buttocks.

"Ahn... ahnn... so warm... so hot..."

Spank!

"Don't get distracted. Answer me—is your husband so pathetic that you're acting like a total slut for your neighbor right now, Natasha?" Her core responded by releasing even more thick, milky nectar.

"Ahn... ahn... D-Don't say bad things about my husband! He's a hardworking, loving man... Love is so much greater than just a d-dick!" she whimpered, trying desperately to defend her marriage.

After all, her husband was a wonderful provider, and she couldn't deny that fundamental fact.

"Hoh? You claim love is greater than a dick, yet here you are, savoring mine and begging for more. How could you be so cruel to such a good husband?" Carl teased smoothly. He wished the man could see his dignified wife right now, preaching about love while her body craved a stallion.

"Ahn... ahn... D-Don't say another bad thing about my husband, or I'm going to get really angry..."

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Hmm, your body certainly doesn't look angry, Natasha—look at your pussy, practically weeping for a big cock." Carl reached over to the nightstand, picked up the wedding frame, and placed it right beside her face on the bed.

"Ahh... ahn... honey..." She couldn't help but stare at her husband's smiling face in the photo. She felt a surge of shame, yet her body was completely consumed by intense arousal.

"Look at him. Stare right into your husband's eyes and beg for his forgiveness. Tell him how sorry you are that his slutty wife is craving a huge dick from her teenage neighbor." Carl positioned the tip of his massive shaft right at her dripping entrance. The wait was finally over.

It was time to taste a top-tier MILF and officially shed the virgin label from this body once and for all—he was about to ascend!

'Be grateful, kid. At least you won't die a loser in this life. I'll fulfill your hidden desires and turn you into a real man,' Carl thought, recalling the former soul's suppressed memories.

While he didn't know which stepsister, the pair of stolen underwear hidden in the closet, today marked the true beginning of his new legacy.

"Ahn... ahnn... honey... please forgive me... Just this once... only for today, I promise..." Natasha whimpered softly as she felt the warm, thick tip pressing against her sensitive rim.

"I'm going inside now, Natasha."

"Slowly... please, I'm asking for forgiveness from my husband, so please do it slowly..." Natasha whimpered softly, her trembling fingers lightly touching the glass of the picture frame.

"Hah, say whatever you want, Natasha. You'd better think of a much better excuse than that," Carl replied coolly, slowly thrusting the massive, thick head of his shaft past her tight entrance.