Jimmy's stomach twisted as he watched her body move, watched how her soaking-wet pussy stretched around Ross's thick cock, taking him to the hilt.
She fit around him so perfectly, her walls gripping him tightly, sucking him in with each thrust.
The sounds—
Lewd, wet squelches filled the room, mixing with Rachel's breathy whimpers and broken moans.
It was unreal.
Unbelievable.
Jimmy felt like he was in a nightmare—one where he was forced to sit here and watch as his wife was taken, used, ruined, fucked beyond reason.
His chest heaved, his heartbeat erratic.
And then he saw it—
Ross's cock, glistening with Rachel's arousal, covered in thick, creamy ropes of her release.
His entire length was coated in her juices, even his balls dripping with evidence of just how deeply he had taken her.
Jimmy swallowed hard, his throat dry.