Heena watched with genuine surprise and dark delight as Siobhan continued working Alex’s massive cock with shameless hunger.

Even while speaking to Howard in that fake-sweet voice, the woman never stopped stroking and licking.

"You are a natural slut, you know that?" Heena said, almost impressed.

Siobhan finally pulled her mouth off Alex’s throbbing length with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head.

She ignored Heena and looked up at Alex with pure, desperate lust, eyes glassy, chin dripping.

"How was I, Sir?" she asked breathlessly, voice thick with need. "Good enough?"

Alex let out a low, amused laugh, staring down at her like she was an entertaining new toy.

"Yes," he said, grinning. "You deserved the reward."

Siobhan’s face lit up with raw hunger. She rose slightly on her knees, pressing her body against his powerful thigh, practically trembling.

"Then put it inside me, Sir," she begged openly, voice shaking with lust. "Please... fuck me. I want it so bad." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Heena smirked and ran her fingers through Siobhan’s messy hair, clearly enjoying the show.

"Look at this bitch... so desperate already," she laughed softly. "You should wait a bit. It’ll be even more fun if he comes here and sees how his new wife is taking every inch of my Alex’s big cock."

Siobhan didn’t even flinch at the words.

"You’re just being jealous," she whispered slowly, her voice sweet and mocking. One hand continued stroking Alex’s heavy, throbbing shaft as if she couldn’t bear to let go of it even for a second.

Alex smiled at both of them... a slow, arrogant, and thoroughly entertained smile. He ran his fingers lazily through Heena’s hair before gripping Siobhan’s chin, tilting her face up.

"Alright, pets," he said, his voice low and amused, almost lazy. "Time to move this show inside. I want that pathetic husband of yours to walk in and get the full, unfiltered view of what his wife has become."

Both women nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, Sir,"

Alex turned and walked back into the luxurious presidential suite, completely naked, his heavy cock swinging with each confident step.

Heena followed right beside him, one arm possessively wrapped around his waist.

Siobhan quickly got to her feet, legs slightly shaky, and hurried after them. She didn’t even bother wiping the drool from her chin or fixing her messy hair. Her her eyes stayed glued to Alex’s muscular back the entire way.

Once inside the grand living area, Alex casually sat down on the large plush sofa facing the balcony doors, spreading his legs comfortably.

His thick, heavy cock stood proudly against his sculpted abs, still glistening.

Siobhan practically ran to him and sat on his left side, pressing her body tightly against him. She took his hand with both of hers and boldly guided it between her thighs, rubbing his fingers against her soaked pussy with shameless need.

"Tsh! Bitch..." Heena whispered with a sharp, jealous edge, rolling her eyes.

She immediately claimed his right side, pressing herself against him in the exact same position... greedy, possessive, and competitive.

She took his other hand and placed it firmly on her own wet heat, daring Siobhan with a wicked glare.

Not satisfied with just rubbing, she took it one step further... guiding two of his thick fingers and pushing them inside her with a needy roll of her hips.

Heena moaned hard, a deep, throaty sound escaping her lips as his fingers stretched her. She leaned in, brushing her lips against Alex’s ear, voice low and dripping with lust.

"Please fuck me first when he comes, Sir..." she whispered possessively."I want him to see how his useless wife is taking such a big bull with ease... while he just watches helplessly as I get ruined."

Siobhan’s eyes flashed with anger and she opened her mouth to retort, but before she could say a word, the door to the presidential suite swung open.

Howard stepped inside.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

The shocking scene before him hit like a punch to the gut. Alex sat sprawled like a king on the large sofa, completely naked, his massive cock standing thick and hard against his abs.

On his left, Siobhan was shamelessly grinding her soaked pussy against Alex’s fingers.

On his right, Heena had two of Alex’s thick fingers buried deep inside her, moaning softly while pressing her body against him possessively.

Both women were flushed, half-dressed, and openly using him for their pleasure.

Howard’s face drained of color, then flushed crimson. His mouth fell open, but no sound came out.

His eyes darted wildly between his wife’s dripping, eager expression and the enormous cock just inches from her hand.

His brain short-circuited. For several long, agonizing seconds, he couldn’t process what he was seeing. Everything felt unreal. Like a sick nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

"You—" Howard stammered, his hand rising shakily to point at Alex. "You... what the fuck... How can it be you?!"

Howard’s hand trembled as he kept pointing, face burning with humiliation and rage.

Alex looked at him and smiled... a calm, polite, almost friendly smile that somehow made everything worse.

"It’s good to finally meet you, old man." Alex said smoothly, his voice deep and composed. "I wanted to thank you personally... for sacrificing so much to make my fantasy come true."

Without breaking eye contact with Howard, Alex slowly pushed his fingers deeper into both women at the same time. Heena and Siobhan moaned loudly in unison, their bodies arching against him.

"And thank you," Alex continued casually, "for bringing me both of your wives... the real one and the fake one."

Siobhan let out a filthy, pleasure-filled whimper as Alex curled his fingers inside her, while Heena bit her lip and ground down harder, clearly enjoying Howard’s devastation.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Howard finally shouted, his voice cracking with rage and disbelief. "Heena! Siobhan! Get the hell away from him right now!"

Heena let out a soft, mocking laugh and deliberately clenched around Alex’s fingers, moaning louder just to twist the knife.

Siobhan only smiled wider, pressing herself tighter against Alex’s side.

"But honey... Sir’s hand feels so good," she whispered innocently. "Don’t be rude. Come sit down and watch properly."