confessionsofacheatingwife: She knew she needed to stop.Stop the heated madness that lead her to bei
confessionsofacheatingwife: She knew she needed to stop.Stop the heated madness that lead her to being fucked on a grad student’s beat up couch by a guy at least 12 years her junior.“Do you have any idea how many times I dreamt of you here,” he murmured as continued to finger her as her legs, spread wide,trembled around him. “Naked, glowing from cumming on my tongue and begging for my cock. All prim and proper ness gone. Just you and me like this,” he said softly, as if he was sharing a secret with her. She couldn’t catch her breath to speak against the pleasure still crashing over her as she came for what felt the hundredth time for this boy/man.She watched as he slowly stroked his hard cock with fingers sticky from her cum. It was filthy and just wrong enough to make her want more from a situation she needed to end before it got more complicated and wrong. “I need to fuck you,” he groaned in a gravelly voice as she watched him touch himself. It was a declaration, not a request.Not that she could find her words to tell him no.“You’re so big,” she whispered and then watched him grin as she finally found her words.“Every inch is for you,” he said arching his back a bit to put his cock on display as her eyes went wide taking him in.“Go slow,” she reminded him as he leaned forward and began to press the thick head of his cock inside her. He would paused as her pussy clench around him, allowing her to adjust to his girth before continuing to feed her his cock until he was fully inside her.His dark eyes held hers as he pressed his narrow hips into hers, going as deep as he could in the angle the couch allowed them.Her phone clattered on the coffee table next to them. The screen lit up with her husband’s name. She felt a ping of guilt as she traced the taunt muscles of his back as he hovered a over her. He shook above her, waiting to for her permission to move within her. Even now she could stop this.She could say no and it would be over.She could ease the way using the very valid excuse of not being on birth control as he was bare within her.Her vows would be bruised with going this far, but not broken by completing the act. Her husband would be none the wise as she could explain her absence by running late.She could stop it all right them without one step further over the line they had already crossed.“Fuck me,” she whispered, tossing her vows and caution to the wind, as she grabbed his firm ass, urging him to take what she was offering.“Fuck me,” she repeated as he nodded, easing out of her wet pussy as she gasped from the sensation only to thrust deep causing them both to moan in unison as the phone continued to vibrate next to them. -- source link
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