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Dinner with the family starts out normal enough—Max cracking jokes, Cyrus passing the salad bowl. But Timothy keeps noticing the way Natasha's eyes keep flicking his way. Nothing huge. Just the tiny pauses after she asks if he wants more. Maybe it's in his head. Can't sleep. He rolls off the couch around midnight. Floorboard creaks under his feet as he creeps down the hall. He hears breathing first, then the wet sound that gives it away. The bedroom door isn't fully shut, so he pushes it the rest of the way and leans in. Cyrus has Natasha on her back, pounding between her spread legs, his thick cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with every slap of skin. Her tits bounce every thrust. Natasha moans like she's trying to keep quiet but losing the fight fast. Timothy's eyes drop straight to the point where Cyrus stretches her open. He's still staring when Cyrus glances over and catches him. Instead of freezing up, Cyrus just grins and keeps fucking her. "Don't be shy," he says, voice low and tight. "She needs more dick tonight. You want in or not?" Natasha turns her head, sees him, smiles wicked. "Fuck yeah," she breathes, pussy clenching around her husband's cock. "Fill me up, Timothy. Cyrus needs a break—my cunt won't stop begging." Timothy steps inside and shuts the door.