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$name1 gets a surprise text from her husband, $name2, informing her she had an hour to get ready before a mystery stranger ($name3) arrives to fuck her…
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when $name1’s phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a message from her husband, $name2. She had just tucked their two kids into bed, their laughter still echoing in the halls of their suburban home. She picked up her phone, a small smile playing on her lips as she read the text.
*$name2*: Just landed. My surprise for you is on its way. One hour. Be ready.
$name1’s heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly what he meant. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly as she typed a response.
*$name1*: One hour? That’s cutting it close. I need at least two.
*$name2*: You have one. Make it count.
She chuckled, shaking her head as she put her phone down. $name2 was always full of surprises, and this one had her both nervous and excited. She looked around her immaculately kept living room, the soft glow of the floor lamps casting a warm hue over the tasteful artwork and plush furniture. It was a room that screamed “perfect suburban family,” and yet, here she was, preparing for something decidedly less vanilla.
$name1 felt her pulse quicken as she made her way upstairs to the master bathroom. She took a long, hot shower, closing her eyes as the water cascaded down her petite frame, washing away the stress of the day.
She had always been open-minded, a quality that $name2 had cherished, and after years of marriage, they had ventured into the world of non-monogamy.
It was a journey that had brought them closer together, their love and trust growing stronger with each experience.
After toweling off, she stood in front of her vanity, staring at her reflection. Her dark brown hair, still damp from her shower, framed her delicate features and deep brown eyes.
$name1 knew her husband loved her natural beauty, but tonight, she wanted to feel sexy. She put on her favorite playlist, something soft and sultry, and began her transformation.
She applied her makeup expertly, smoky eyes and a soft pink lip. She took extra care with her body, using her favorite lotion to ensure her skin was smooth and soft. She chose her favorite lingerie, a black lace number that accentuated her curves, and slipped into a silk robe.
As she applied her perfume, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked confident, sexy, and she felt a rush of desire. She could do this. She wanted this.
$name2 wanted this. And yet, as she made her way downstairs, the scent of freshly brewed tea wafting through the air, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nervousness. She had never done something like this before, not without $name2 by her side.
$name1 took a deep breath and poured herself a cup of tea, the steam rising and meeting the soft glow of the overhead lights. She heard the front doorbell ring, and her heart leapt into her throat. This was it. Showtime.
She took one last sip of her tea, set the cup down on the coffee table, and made her way to the front door.
Opening it, she found herself face to face with a tall, striking figure bathed in the soft light of the porch lamp. He was broad-shouldered, with short, dark hair, and a smile that could melt ice.
“You must be $name1,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “$name2’s told me so much about you.”
$name1 felt her cheeks flush at the mention of her husband. “And you are?” she asked, her voice a little breathier than she intended.
“$name3,” he replied, extending a hand towards her.
$name1 hesitated only a moment before taking it, a jolt of electricity sparking at their touch.
“Nice to meet you, $name3,” she said, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her stomach. “Please, come in.”
$name3 stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room before settling on $name1. “Nice place you’ve got here,” he commented, his gaze lingering on the artwork adorning the walls.
“Thank you,” $name1 replied, closing the door behind him. “Can I offer you something to drink? Coffee, tea, maybe something stronger?”
$name3 chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent a shiver down $name1’s spine.
$name1 felt her heart flutter again as she opened the door wider, inviting $name3 in. He stepped over the threshold, his presence filling the small hallway, making it feel more intimate than she had ever experienced before. She closed the door behind him, the click of the latch echoing through the house, sealing them in together.
“Would you like a drink?” $name1 asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a warmth that had nothing to do with the tea she had been sipping earlier.
$name3 smiled, a slow, lazy smile that made $name1’s knees weak.
“I’d prefer something a bit stronger than tea,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. $name1 felt a shiver run down her spine, the anticipation building inside her like a fire.
“I think I can manage that,” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. She led him into the living room, the soft glow of the floor lamps casting shadows that danced and flickered on the walls.
$name1 poured two glasses of whiskey, neat, and handed one to $name3. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving hers, before setting the glass down on the coffee table.
$name1 mirrored his action, taking a small sip of her own drink, feeling the warmth spread through her. She shifted in her seat, the silk robe doing little to conceal the lace lingerie underneath.
$name3 leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. “Tell me, $name1,” he said, his voice a low growl. “What do you want tonight?”
$name1 swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what she wanted, what $name2 wanted for her, but the words felt stuck in her throat. She took another sip of her drink, buying herself some time.
The liquid courage helped, but it didn’t completely dissolve the knot of nerves in her stomach. She set her glass down, her fingers brushing against the cool rim of the tumbler. She looked into $name3’s eyes, seeing the hunger there, the desire. It was intoxicating, and it emboldened her.
“I want… ” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to make me feel alive, $name3. I want you to show me what it’s like to be with someone… someone different.”
$name3’s smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Well, $name1, I’m nothing if not a man of my word. Let’s see if I can make you feel alive.”
He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. $name1’s breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. She felt a spark between them, an electric connection that seemed to ignite a fire within her.
$name3’s hand slipped from her face and down her neck, his fingers tracing the line of her collarbone before gently tugging at the tie of her robe.
$name1’s breath hitched as she felt the silk loosen, the cool air of the room grazing her heated skin. She watched as $name3’s eyes followed the path of his hands, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts, barely contained by the lace of her bra.
“Fuck, $name1,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “You are even more beautiful than $name2 described.”
$name1 felt a shiver run down her spine at the mention of her husband’s name, a mix of excitement and guilt coursing through her. She reached up, her fingers tangling in $name3’s dark hair, and pulled him closer.
Their lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss, their tongues clashing and exploring each other’s mouths. $name1 could taste the whiskey on his breath, a sharp contrast to the sweetness of his lips.
$name3’s hand slipped lower, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra, teasing her nipple through the lace. $name1 gasped into his mouth, her back arching, pressing her chest closer to his touch. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound, before breaking the kiss and trailing his lips down her neck, her collarbone, until he reached the neckline of her bra.
He tugged at the lace, pulling it down to expose her breast.
$name1’s breath hitched as the cool air touched her nipple, making it harden into a tight peak. $name3 took the bud into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
$name1 moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing with desire.
$name3’s hand slipped down her side, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping beneath the waistband of her thong.
He groaned against her breast as his fingers found her wetness.
$name1 gasped, her hips bucking at the contact. $name3’s fingers were skilled, exploring her folds with a confidence that belied their brief acquaintance. He found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, making her whimper with pleasure.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his voice a low rumble against her skin. “Is this what you want, $name1? Is this what you’re looking for?”
$name1 nodded, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Yes,” she managed to gasp out. “God, yes.”
$name3 chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that sent a shiver down her spine.
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit, and $name1 let out a moan that was almost a scream. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel her orgasm building quickly, like a tidal wave about to crash.
“Fuck, $name3,” she panted, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
“That feels so good.”
$name3 pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto hers as he added another finger, stretching her, filling her. $name1 couldn’t tear her gaze away from his as he began to move his fingers in and out of her, his thumb never stopping its relentless assault on her clit.
The heat between her legs was almost unbearable, her body aching for more, for something harder, thicker.
“$name3,” she moaned, her voice ragged with need. “I want more. I want you inside me.”
$name3’s smile was wicked, his eyes dark with desire. “Patience, beautiful,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “We have all night.”
He continued to finger her, his pace increasing, his thumb applying more pressure. $name1 could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
But before she could reach the edge, $name3 suddenly pulled his fingers out of her. $name1 let out a frustrated cry, her body aching for release.
“Not yet, beautiful,” $name3 said, his voice a low growl. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
He stood up, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to undress. First, he pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular chest with a light dusting of hair. $name1’s mouth watered at the sight of him, her body aching for his touch.
He kicked off his shoes and quickly shed his pants, his cock springing free, already hard and ready.
$name1’s eyes widened at the sight of him, her breath hitching in her throat. He was bigger than $name2, thicker, and she felt a thrill of both excitement and apprehension.
$name3 saw the look on her face and smirked. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I’ll make sure you can take every inch.”
He reached down and stroked himself, his hand wrapping around his considerable length. $name1 watched, her eyes glued to his movements, her pussy clenching with need.
“Come here,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
$name1 obeyed, her body moving on autopilot as she stood up and stepped towards him.
She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the musky scent of his arousal. It was intoxicating, and she found herself leaning into him, her body craving his touch.
$name3 grabbed her by the hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled her close, so close that she could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed herself against him
“Look at me, $name1,” $name3 growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
$name1 opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. The raw hunger she saw there made her heart race and her pussy clench with need. “I want to see your eyes when I fuck you,” he said, his voice a low, filthy promise.
$name1 bit her lip, her body aching for him. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with desire. $name3’s hands slid from her hips, trailing down her thighs before hooking under her knees. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carried her to the couch.
He sat down, settling her on his lap, her back to his chest.
$name1 could feel his cock nestled between her ass cheeks, and she wriggled against him, earning a low growl from him.
“Behave, $name1,” he said, his voice stern. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”
$name1 shivered at the promise in his voice, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She couldn’t believe how much she was turned on, how much she wanted this stranger to take her.
$name3 leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Do you want that,” he whispered, his voice a low growl.
“Do you want me to punish that pretty little pussy of yours?”
$name1 gasped, her body arching against him. She could feel the heat of his cock through his boxers, and she knew she was wet enough to soak through her thong.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
$name3 chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that sent shivers down her spine. He shifted her slightly, so that she was straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. $name1 could feel his cock pressing against her pussy, the heat of it making her whimper with need.
She looked down at him, her eyes locked onto his as she slowly began to grind against him, feeling the length of him rub against her clit.
“Fuck, $name1,” $name3 groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You’re playing with fire, beautiful.”
$name1 bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his as she continued to rub against him. She could feel the dampness of her thong, her pussy aching for him.
“I want to play with fire, $name3,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
$name3’s eyes darkened, his grip on her hips tightening as she continued to grind against him. He leaned forward, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. $name1 moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she pressed herself closer to him.
$name3 broke the kiss abruptly, leaving $name1 gasping for breath. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong, and tore it off in one swift motion. $name1 let out a soft cry of surprise, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
The sudden removal of her thong left her completely bare and exposed to $name3, sending a rush of heat to her face. She looked down at him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
$name3 smirked, his eyes roaming over her naked body with unabashed lust. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I…I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
$name3 chuckled, a low, dark sound.
“Let me show you, beautiful,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down $name1’s spine.
He reached out, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he guided her to stand up. $name1 complied, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt $name3’s hands on her body, guiding her, positioning her exactly where he wanted her.
She stood in front of him, her legs slightly parted, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. $name3’s eyes roamed over her naked body, his gaze lingering on her breasts, her hips, her pussy.
$name1 felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but the heat in $name3’s eyes ignited a fire within her.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” $name3 murmured, his voice a low growl. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
$name1’s breath hitched in her throat, her body aching for his touch. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, $name3. I want to feel you inside me.”
$name3 leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.
$name1 stood before $name3, her body trembling with anticipation and arousal. The warmth of the dimly lit bedroom enveloped them, the air heavy with the scent of her perfume and the musk of $name3’s desire.
The king-sized bed loomed behind her, its plush, pink bedding an invitation to sin. She could see her reflection in the ornate mirror above the vanity table, her dark hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with lust.
She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of $name3’s jaw, his stubble rough against her skin.
She loved the contrast between the smooth softness of her own skin and the roughness of his.
$name3 leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached behind her, his hands finding the tie of her robe. With a quick tug, the silky fabric fell open, revealing her naked body to him. She stepped out of the robe, letting it fall to the floor behind her, leaving her completely bare and exposed.
$name3 growled, his hands gripping her hips as he stood up, his body towering over hers. $name1 looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, seeing the raw hunger and desire in his gaze.
$name3’s hands slid from her hips, up her sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples, making her gasp.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, $name1,” he growled, his voice low and filthy. “I can’t wait to taste these tits.”
He leaned down, his mouth capturing her nipple, sucking hard, making her moan and arch her back. He bit down gently, and $name1 cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, making her pussy throb with desire.
She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, her body aching for him.
“Fuck, $name3,” she moaned, her voice ragged. “I need you inside me. Now.”
$name3 straightened up, his eyes locked onto hers. “Not yet, beautiful,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I want to make you beg for it first.”
He spun her around, so her back was to him, and pushed her forward slightly. She braced her hands on the back of the couch, her ass sticking out, completely on display for him.
The air in the bedroom was thick with desire, a palpable tension that seemed to shimmer in the soft, warm light cast by the sleek, black chandelier.
The scent of $name1’s perfume mingled with the musky aroma of arousal, creating a heady fragrance that made her head spin. She could see her reflection in the large, ornate mirror above the vanity table, her dark hair disheveled, lips swollen from kisses, and her eyes glazed with lust.
The stranger’s hands roamed her body with a possessive urgency, his touch igniting a trail of heat wherever he touched.
$name1 could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy aching for him, her body desperate for him to fill her.
$name3’s mouth left her breasts, his lips trailing a path of kisses down her stomach, his stubble scratching her skin deliciously. He reached her mound, his tongue flicking out to lick her clit, making her cry out and grab at his hair.
“Fuck, $name3,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop.”
$name3 chuckled, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her still as he began to eat her out with a ferocity that left $name1 gasping for breath. His tongue was relentless, licking, sucking, and flicking her clit with an expert precision that had her body writhing and squirming against him.
“Holy shit, $name3,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop.”
$name3’s response was a low, rumbling growl that made $name1’s pussy clench with need.
$name3 then did stop, much to $name1’s displeasure, she lay there, gasping wanting more.
Her pussy aching for pleasure.
$name3 stood up, his face glistening with her juices, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You have no idea how good you taste, $name1,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel your tongue on me, too.”
$name1’s breath hitched at the raw, filthy request, but she found herself eager to please. She sank to her knees in front of him, her eyes locked onto his as she reached out to cup his cock through his boxers. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and she bit her lip in anticipation.
“Take them off,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.
$name3 smirked, his hands moving to the waistband of his boxers, slowly pushing them down until his cock sprang free, hard and ready.
$name1’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He was huge, thicker and longer than her husband, and she felt a thrill of both fear and anticipation.
$name3 reached down, wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Come on, $name1,” he growled, his voice a low, filthy promise.
$name1 responded by repositioning herself, her legs open, her pussy inviting $name3 in.
She reached out, her small hand wrapping around his thick shaft, stroking him slowly. She could feel his pre-cum on her hand, slick and hot, and she used it to lubricate him further.
$name3 groaned, his head falling back slightly, his eyes closing in pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Stroke that cock for me.”
$name1 did as he instructed, her hand moving up and down his length, her grip tightening slightly. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock.
Leaning back, $name1 guided $name3’s manhood towards her needy pussy.
She felt the head of his cock nudging against her entrance, and a rush of anticipation surged through her. She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and anxiety.
“Fuck, $name1,” $name3 groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to split you in half.”
$name1’s breath hitched, her core aching with need. She gripped his hips tighter, urging him to move, to fill her. “Don’t fucking tease me, $name3,” she hissed, her voice laced with impatience. “I want you inside me.
Now. Fill me up, $name3,” $name1 demanded, her voice a desperate plea. She could feel the head of his cock teasing her entrance, the slight pressure making her body ache for more. “Patience, beautiful. I want to savor every inch of you.” He leaned forward, his hands gripping her hips tightly, and slowly began to push inside her.
$name1 gasped at the initial intrusion, her body stretching to accommodate his size. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid into her, filling her completely.
$name1 let out a low moan, her head falling back against her shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the stretch, the burn. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she loved it.
$name3 watched her face, his eyes dark with desire as he pushed further into her. “Fuck, $name1,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You feel so fucking good. Tight as a fucking vice.”
$name1 gasped, her body tensing briefly before she forced herself to relax, allowing him to slide deeper inside her. She could feel the base of his cock pressing against her clit, the sensation almost too much to bear.
She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and saw the raw hunger and desire in his gaze. It was a look that sent a shiver down her spine, a look that made her pussy clench around his cock.
“Fuck, $name3,” she gasped, her voice a husky whisper. “You feel so fucking huge.”
$name3 chuckled, a low, dark sound that made $name1’s body tremble. He leaned forward, his hands gripping her hips tightly, and began to move, slowly pulling out of her before thrusting back in, his cock sliding along her sensitive walls.
$name1 gasped, her eyes rolling back as the sensation of him filling her completely overwhelmed her senses.
$name3 picked up the pace, his hips moving with a force and intensity that left $name1 breathless. She could feel every inch of his cock as it slid in and out of her, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
“Fuck, $name3,” she moaned, her fingers gripping his forearms tightly. Harder.”
$name3 complied, his thrusts becoming deeper, more forceful. $name1 could feel the slap of his hips against her ass with each thrust, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.
His cock was hitting her cervix with each stroke, and it felt like he was reaching places inside her that no one had ever touched before.
“Holy fuck, $name3,” she moaned, her voice ragged with desire. “That feels… that feels incredible.”
$name3 grunted, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm as he fucked her. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot and heavy against her ear.
“You like that, don’t you, $name1?” he growled, his voice a low rumble.
“You like feeling my cock stretch your little pussy, don’t you? You like feeling me hit that spot deep inside you.”
$name1 moaned in response, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
“Yes, $name3,” she panted. “God, yes. I… I love it. I fucking love it.”
$name3’s hands tightened on her hips, his grip almost painful as he pulled her back onto his cock, impaling her on his length. “You’re so fucking tight, $name1,” he grunted, his hips moving in a rapid, punishing rhythm. “Your pussy is squeezing my cock like a fucking vice.
You’re gonna make me come just like this, aren’t you, $name1?” $name3’s words were a filthy, ragged whisper, his breath hot on her ear.
$name1 could feel the tingling in her legs, the tightening in her core, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. She knew she was close, so close, and $name3’s dirty talk was pushing her over the edge.
“Fuck, $name3,” she panted, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her orgasm. “I’m… I’m so close.
Fuck, I’m so close,” $name1 chanted, her voice a desperate, desperate whisper. “Please, $name3. Make me come. Please, I need to come.”
$name3’s grip on her hips tightened even further, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, his cock filling her completely with every harsh thrust. “That’s it, $name1,” he growled, his voice tight with his own impending release. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.
Come all over my cock and milk me dry.”
$name1 screamed as her orgasm shattered through her body, her pussy clenching around $name3’s massive cock like a vice. She felt every inch of him, every ridge, every vein as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her vision swam, her body trembled, and she cried out his name, her voice raw and ragged.
$name3 grunted, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force. He held her in place, his grip on her hips almost painful as he used her body for his pleasure.
She could feel every inch of him, filling her completely, stretching her to her limits. The sensation was overwhelming, and she loved it.
“Fuck, $name1,” $name3 groaned, his voice ragged with need. “You feel so fucking amazing. So fucking tight.”
$name1 whimpered, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.
She felt his cock twitching inside her, his breath coming in short, desperate pants. He was close, she could feel it, and the thought of him coming inside her, filling her with his cum, sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her.
“Fuck, $name3,” she gasped, her body still trembling from her own orgasm. “Come inside me. I want to feel you come.”
$name3 groaned, his hips stuttering as he fought to hold off his own release. “Fuck, $name1,” he growled, his voice tight with the effort. “I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.”
$name1 pushed back against him, her hips moving in time with his, her pussy clenching around his cock. “Come on, $name3,” she urged, her voice a filthy whisper. “Fill me up with your cum. I want to feel it inside me.
I want to feel your cum filling me up, $name3,” $name1 pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire.
$name3 let out a low, guttural groan, his hips bucking against hers as he lost the battle to hold back. Your pussy is milking my cock so fucking well.”
$name1 could feel it, the heat and pressure building inside her as $name3’s cock swelled and pulsed, ready to release.
She pushed back against him, her body aching to feel him come, to feel him fill her with his hot, thick seed.
“That’s it, $name3,” she whispered, her voice ragged and desperate. “Come on, baby. Give it to me. Fill me up with your cum.”
$name3 groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock swelling inside her. $name1 could feel it, the heat and pressure building, and she knew he was close. She pushed back harder, taking him deeper, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
“Fuck, $name1,” he growled, his voice a low, desperate rumble. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come inside you.”
$name1 moaned, her body trembling with anticipation.
She could feel $name3’s cock pulsing inside her, ready to explode. She wanted it, needed it, craved it. “Come on, $name3,” she begged, her voice a desperate plea. “Give it to me.
$name3’s breath came in short, harsh gasps, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm as he fucked her harder, deeper, faster. “Fuck, $name1,” he growled, his voice like gravel. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. I can’t…
fuck… fuck, I’m gonna… fuck, here it comes!”
And just like that, $name3 lost control. His cock swelled even more, his balls tightening as he thrust into $name1 one last time, his cock exploding with a force that made his entire body tremble.
$name1 felt the hot, thick seed hitting her cervix, filling her up, coating her insides with his cum. The sensation was unbelievable, unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she let out a loud cry as her own orgasm hit her again, this time even more intense than the last.
$name3’s cock pulsed inside her, his hot cum filling her to the brim as he rode out his own release. $name1 could feel the heat of his seed, the thickness of it coating her insides, and she moaned, her body convulsing with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, $name3,” she gasped, her voice breathless. “That feels so fucking good. I can feel you coming inside me.”
$name3 let out a low groan, his body shuddering as he continued to pump his cum into her. “Fuck, $name1,” he grunted, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect. So fucking tight.
$name3 slowly pulled his cock out of $name1, the tip hastily followed by a stream of thick, white cum.
He started to find his clothes, while $name1 lay there a little longer, prolonging the moment.
Smirking, $name1 rolled over to reaches over to grab her phone off the coffee table to text her husband, $name2, an update…
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