The moment Jasmine's husband stepped into the toilet, I used Telekenesis to freeze him, his body locked in place—stiff, unmoving, trapped in his own flesh. His legs refused to budge, his neck frozen, his head fixed in a horrified stare at his wife's back—her tits bouncing, her pussy dripping as she rode my cock with shameless abandon.
"W-What's happening—?" His voice cracked, panicked, desperate. "W-Why can't I move—?!"
I bit down on Jasmine's nipple—hard—forcing a sharp, gasping moan from her lips. "Aaaah—! F-Fuck—!" Her back arched, her pussy clenching tighter around my cock, milking me as she grinded herself harder against me.
Emily grinned, feral, her fingers trailing down Jasmine's spine before stepping around to face the husband—his face twisted in horror, tears welling in his eyes.
