Story Script:

NARRATOR: Sarah adjusts the last balloon, her hips swaying to the music echoing from the backyard. The kids are distracted, and her eyes lock onto Marco standing by the cake table, his thick arms straining against his tight shirt.

SARAH: God, Marco… you look like you could use some real fun. My useless husband barely touches me anymore.

MARCO: Fuck, Sarah. You’ve been teasing me all day in that little sundress. I know what you want.

NARRATOR: She bites her lip, guiding his rough hand under her skirt, where she’s already soaked. His fingers slide between her folds, teasing her clit.

SARAH: Ohhh, please… I need more than fingers. I need that fat cock of yours.

NARRATOR: Marco groans, pulling her into the pantry. He unbuckles his jeans, freeing his thick, hard dick. Sarah drops to her knees, taking him deep into her throat.

MARCO: Shit, baby—suck me just like that.

NARRATOR: Her lips stretch around his girth, gagging softly as she bobs her head. His grip tightens in her hair, fucking her mouth until spit runs down her chin.

SARAH: Fuck me, Marco… hard. I don’t care who hears.

NARRATOR: He lifts her onto the counter, spreading her legs. With one thrust, he buries his cock inside her aching pussy.

MARCO: This cunt’s so goddamn tight. My turn to give you what your husband won’t.

NARRATOR: Sarah screams as he pistons into her, the shelves rattling. Her nails dig into his back as she clenches around him, cumming hard.

MARCO: Take it all, baby—gonna fill you up.

NARRATOR: He slams deep, pulsing inside her as she moans, her body trembling. Outside, the kids cheer as the piñata breaks.