He changed the angle tilted his hips and started hitting that spot inside her that made her lose language.
Her eyes rolled white, mouth open in a silent scream as he battered her front wall relentlessly, cock dragging over her g-spot with every punishing stroke. Her cunt spasmed, squirting in messy arcs around his pistoning shaft, soaking his abs and the ruined desk beneath them.
He dropped one hand to her clit (swollen, red, protruding like a raw button) and rubbed vicious circles with his thumb, grinding the heel of his palm against it while he fucked her senseless.
With the other hand he seized a nipple, twisted it hard, pulled until the heavy tit stretched into a cone and she shrieked, cunt clamping down so violently he saw stars.
"Look at it," he snarled, voice shredded. "Look at your nephew's cock splitting your married aunt pussy open."
She forced her eyes down, watched his thick shaft disappear again and again into her body, watched her own lips stretch obscenely around him, watched cream froth and bubble at the base with every thrust, watched her asshole flutter helplessly each time he bottomed out.
He sped up hips snapping like a machine, balls slapping her ass with wet, heavy cracks. Her cunt tightened impossibly, walls rippling, trying to suck him deeper even as they fought the brutal invasion.
Every out-stroke dragged her insides with him, pink sleeves clinging desperately; every in-stroke punched the air from her lungs and made her asshole clench in frantic little spasms.
He released her nipple now purple and elongated and slapped her clit hard. Once. Twice. She came undone.
Her orgasm detonated cunt seizing in violent, milking contractions, squirting so hard it splashed his chest, her back arching off the desk so violently only her shoulders and ass stayed in contact.
Her asshole spasmed open in perfect, rhythmic pulses, showing the delicate pink inside each time her body convulsed.
He didn't slow.
He fucked her straight through it, snarling, hips pistoning, thumb grinding her oversensitive clit until she was sobbing and thrashing and coming again before the first one even ended.
Only when her voice cracked into nothing but broken animal sounds did he let himself go.
He slammed in one final time deeper than ever, cockhead shoved hard against her womb and erupted.
Hot, thick ropes blasted into her, pulse after pulse, flooding her so full the pressure forced cum out around his buried shaft in obscene, creamy waves that bubbled and farted with every dying spasm.
Her cunt kept milking him, greedy, desperate, draining every drop like it had been waiting decades for this exact load.
He stayed inside her, grinding deep, letting her feel every throb, every jet, letting her ruined body drink him down while her asshole fluttered weakly beneath the flood of their mess running out of her.
When he finally pulled out slow, deliberate, her cunt gaped wide, wrecked and pulsing, a thick river of nephew cum pouring from her swollen hole to pool on the desk beneath her ass.
He dragged a finger through the mess, painted it across her trembling lower lip.
She licked it clean without being told, eyes locked on his, and whispered the only truth left:
"More." And more she got, he slowly held hick hard cock and entered her slowly...
"AHHHHH~~~"
He started grinding slow and deep, letting her wrecked cunt flutter around every inch while their mess oozed out in thick, filthy pulses but he was also starting to get tired.
Then he leaned down, mouth against her ear, voice low and vicious.
"Imagine it, Aunt Melissa," he growled, rolling his hips so his cockhead kissed her cervix again. "Harold walks in right now. Opens that door and sees his perfect little wife spread-eagle on his own desk, legs shaking, wedding ring soaked in her own squirt, getting her guts rearranged by the nephew she used to call trash."
Her cunt clamped down so hard he groaned.
"He'd see this," he snarled, pulling almost all the way out her swollen lips clinging desperately, a thick ring of cream coating his shaft then slamming back in so hard the desk jumped. "He'd see his wife's married pussy stretched white around her nephew's cock while she screams for more."
Melissa's entire body convulsed, a fresh gush of slick squirting around the seal of his cock.
Phei didn't stop. He hooked her knees over his elbows and folded her in half, tits crushed against her own thighs, and started pounding straight down.
The new angle let him hit deeper brutal, punishing strokes that punched her cervix on every thrust, made her asshole clench and wink frantically beneath the flood running down her crack.
"Keep coming for me," he snarled. "Show me how hard a cheating aunt cunt comes when she's finally getting what she was born for."
She shattered again.
Her orgasm hit like a seizure back bowing off the desk, eyes rolling fully white, whole body shaking and jerking like she was being electrocuted.
Her cunt spasmed so violently it forced thick ropes of their mixed fluids out around his pistoning shaft in obscene, wet farts. Her legs trembled uncontrollably in his grip, toes curling, wedding ring scraping the desk as her fingers clawed for anything to hold onto.
He didn't let her come down.
He yanked out her gaping pussy fluttering open and closed like a mouth gasping for air and flipped her over again. Put her chest-down across the desk, yanked her hips up until she was on tiptoes, and speared her from behind in one brutal thrust.
The new position let him go deeper.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, wrenched her head back, and started rabbit-fucking her with short, vicious strokes that never left her body empty. His hips slapped her ass so hard the flesh rippled, turning angry red.
"Harold's going to find you exactly like this," he hissed, voice ragged. "Bent over his precious desk, covered in sweat and cum, getting your married aunt cunt bred raw while you come so hard."
She did.
Another orgasm ripped through her harder, messier. A hot stream of clear fluid shot out around his cock, splashing his thighs and the floor as her body convulsed again, asshole spasming open in perfect time with her cunt's desperate milking.
He pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her back once more. This time he dragged her to the edge of the desk, threw both legs over his shoulders, and folded her nearly in half. Her own knees were beside her ears, ass lifted clear off the wood, completely helpless.
He slammed back in.
The angle was obscene. Every thrust punched straight into her front wall, battering her g-spot mercilessly. He reached down and started slapping her clit in rhythm with his thrusts sharp, wet smacks that made her scream and squirt again and again.
"Look at you," he snarled, watching her body jerk and shake beneath him. "Harold's perfect little housewife, coming nonstop while her nephew uses her like a cheap fleshlight. You're never going to walk straight again."
She couldn't answer.
Could only sob and moan and come, over and over, her whole body electrified, convulsing, squirting, until the desk beneath them was a lake of their mess and her voice was nothing but broken animal sounds.
He shifted again never leaving her body.
Dropped her legs, yanked her upright, and impaled her standing, her back to his chest. One arm locked around her throat, the other hand snaking down to grind against her clit while he fucked up into her with short, brutal thrusts that lifted her onto her toes.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes unfocused, mouth open in a continuous silent scream as another orgasm tore through her harder than the last, her cunt locking down so tight he had to fight to keep moving.
"That's it," he growled against her ear. "Come again while I fill you up one more time. Let Harold walk in and see his wife shaking like a bitch in heat, dripping with her nephew's cum, knowing she'll never belong to anyone else again."
And when he finally came roaring, hips flush against her ass, cock buried to the root, he pumped her so full the overflow poured down her thighs in thick, obscene rivers while her body kept convulsing, kept milking him, kept proving with every tremor that she was exactly where she was always meant to be.
Destroyed. Claimed. And still coming, endlessly, helplessly, gloriously, for the nephew who now owned every inch of her soul.