Page 51 of Sinful Lord

I should have known.

But it’s still the biggest shock of my life.

Did… did he send me his sex tape? With another woman?

I’m not sure how to feel about it. But I can’t turn away, especially not as I get my first glimpse of the giant silhouette rocking between Tytus’ thick, bare thighs.

I swallow my shock. My heart starts to pound again in thick and heavy beats. The monstrous outline is just out of view, hidden by the darkness, but I can still get a sense of its size; of its power.

Blindly, my hand searches for the dildo. It takes a second because I can’t seem to rip my eyes off the screen, but when I feel the familiar grip of the slick, girthy shaft, I can’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

“… What is wrong with me?”

A conflicted pleasure becomes trapped in the pressure growing in my core. It’s sandwiched between the sheer sexiness of what I’m witnessing and the unwelcome jealousy that accompanies it.

Why would Tytus send this to me?

It doesn’t even factor in that my mysterious pen pal has finally been confirmed. That surprise has been completely overwhelmed by another.

I thought he was on my side…

Still, even as part of me sinks into an expanding sadness, the rest of me rises. My back arches. My legs spread. My lips open.

I stare at that shrouded cock of his. I yearn for it. I watch with bated breath as he trails his thick, tatted fingers down the woman’s lifted thighs, towards her pussy.

That should be my pussy.

“Beg for it, darling,” Tytus growls, his deep voice practically shaking the laptop speakers. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” the woman immediately gasps in response. “I want you. Inside of me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Daddy, please. I’m yours. Ruin me...”

In response, Tytus sits on the edge of the bed. The mattress sinks under his muscular weight. Rubbing his fingers together, he gently pinches the mystery woman’s clit.

My reaction is almost as visceral as hers.

“Holy shit,” I croak, unconsciously sliding the dildo back between my soaking pussy lips. My stomach clenches as I’m stretched out again.

“Ruin you?” Tytus whispers, his voice a low and raspy rumble. “Like this?”

Keeping the woman’s clit between his fingers, he uses his other hand to grab something from the floor. It must be lube because his girthy thumb glistens when it returns to the falling light.

A jittery whimper furrows my brows as he circles that same thumb around the woman’s tiny little pink asshole.

My own asshole clenches in anticipation.

When Tytus slips his thumb inside of her, we both cry out.

“Fuck,” I rasp, instinctively sliding the silicone cock deeper into my pussy. My shoulders furl against the pressure, but I don’t let up.

Neither does Tytus.

“Yes. Please. Rip me apart, daddy. Pound me into dust. I beg you. I want to be your little whore.”

The woman starts to loudly pant as Tytus slides another finger up her asshole. Her outstretched thighs flex and unflex as she takes more of him.