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his hands were already on her, slipping under her dress, fingers finding her wet and ready. Lisa didn’t need to say anything; he knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
I knew this woman, let’s call her Lisa, who had a secret life. To most people, she was just a devoted wife and mother, but those who really knew her understood that she was something else—a Queen of Spades. It was her secret, one she kept from everyone, especially her husband, who was clueless about the charm she always wore around her neck, a gift from her bull.
Later that year, Lisa and her family went on a cruise to Jamaica. It was supposed to be a relaxing getaway, a time for the family to bond. But on the second night, after a long day of excursions, her husband decided to turn in early with the kids. Lisa, however, wasn’t ready to call it a night. She got all dolled up, slipping into a tight dress that hugged every curve, and made her way down to the casino for a few drinks.
When she reached into her bag to pay for her first drink, she felt the charm, cool and familiar in her hand. She hadn’t meant to bring it, but there it was, and something in her snapped. She decided to put it on, letting the charm rest against her chest, knowing full well the message it sent to those who understood its meaning.
She sat down at a slot machine, casually playing a few rounds, when a tall, dark, and incredibly handsome African man with a thick accent approached her. His eyes immediately locked onto the charm, and he smiled, complimenting her on it. There was a confidence in his voice, a knowing look in his eyes that sent a thrill down her spine. They talked for a few minutes, but it didn’t take long for them to move things upstairs.
In the elevator, his hands were already on her, slipping under her dress, fingers finding her wet and ready. Lisa didn’t need to say anything; he knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. He led, and she followed, submitting to his touch, his control, as they made their way to his room.
When they got there, he didn’t waste any time. He ed her hard and fast, taking what he wanted, while she gave herself over completely, loving every second of it. His hands roamed her body, his cock filling her in ways that her husband never could. She didn’t want to swallow his load at first, but when he demanded it, she couldn’t refuse. His cum was sweet, much sweeter than her husband’s, and she found herself licking her lips, craving more after each release.
By the time he was done, she was exhausted, but he wasn’t. He made sure to come inside her, filling her up with his seed, over and over again, until she was dripping with him. Then, and only then, did he send her back to her room, to her husband, who had no idea what had just happened.
And it didn’t stop there. For the next six nights, he did the same thing. Every time they met, the only thing Lisa wore was that charm, and every time, he made sure she left full. She could feel his determination, like he was trying to breed her, and it turned her on more than anything else. She couldn’t get enough, feening for the taste of his cum, the feel of him inside her, and the thrill of their secret encounters.
One day, while they were docked on the north end of the island, Negril. Lisa forgot to take the charm off. Her family was off playing golf, and she went shopping alone, wearing a short dress and no panties. With every step, her dress rode up, exposing more of her thighs, and she knew exactly what she was doing.
One of the shop owners noticed the charm and started hitting on her. Lisa flirted back, flashing the charm, bending over just a little too much as she browsed through his merchandise. Before long, he led her behind his shop, a large tent, and started kissing her. She was on her knees before she knew it, then bent over a bench, his cock sliding into her with a force that made the entire tent shake.
He ed her hard, pulling her hair, calling her his white devil. She came over and over again, losing count after the tenth orgasm. The only downside was when the condom broke, and he came inside her without her knowing. As she walked back to the ship, she could feel his cum leaking down her leg, a thick, creamy reminder of what she had just done.
And as she boarded the ship, feeling the wetness between her thighs, she couldn’t help but smile. She knew she’d be back tomorrow, charm in place, ready for more.
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