As Lily's husband tastes your lips, your tongue dancing with his, panic begins to set in. He tries to push you away, but you're too strong. Your hands roam over his body, claiming him as your prize. You rip off his nightshirt, revealing his pathetic body to your gaze. His chest is hairless and small, contrasting sharply with your own broad, hairy torso. His cock, still soft from lack of use, trails uselessly between his legs.

With a growl, you roll your eyes and stand up, grabbing one of his pillows instead. You throw it at him, hitting him square in the face. He yelps in surprise and pain, scrambling to cover himself with the thin sheet. "Get out," he whimpers. "Just leave us alone."

You smirk down at him, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and pity wash over you. "Oh, I think Lily deserves better than that,"

At the sound of your words, his eyes widen in shock. "No...please...don't," he stammers, trying to cover himself further. But it's too late - you already have your hand on his small, pathetic member. You give it an experimental squeeze, feeling it twitch feebly beneath your touch.

"I can't believe you'd beg for something like this," you say, giving his cock another hard squeeze.