A lewd girlfriend satisfies my ntr fetish and cuckolds a life that loses control

"Jake? You sick fuck. Paid for this? His hands inside me?" Sophia's voice cracked over the intercom, her oiled ass clenching around the masseur's pumping fingers. Live feed burned: her thighs quaking, pussy gushing slick down the table edge. I gripped the chair arms white-knuckled, cock straining—half rage, half blaze. "Babe... yeah. Full service. Watch you cum harder," I rasped into the mic, voice raw. "Tell him—deeper or stop?" Tech's eyes flicked to the camera, smirking as he curled two fingers inside her, thumb circling her clit. She bucked, moan ripping free. "Fuck... don't stop. Deeper—wreck me. Jake, you watching? Perverted cuck." "Every thrust," I growled. "His fingers owning your tight pussy. Bigger rush than mine?" Her head snapped up, doe eyes locking the hidden lens—pure fury melting to feral hunger. "Hell yes. Stretch me wider. Tell him flip me—fuck me raw while you beg." Tech froze, glancing my way. My nod sealed it. "You heard her. Pound my girl. Make her scream your name." He flipped her prone—tits spilling free, legs splayed wide. Cock out, thick and veined, he notched her dripping folds. "Ready to cum for a stranger, Sophia?" "Do it," she hissed, hips grinding up. "Show Jake what he's missing." He slammed home—her wail echoing both rooms. Relationship shattered. Door to real breeding? Kicked wide open.