‘You egotistical son of a bitch! You KNOW I pull my own weight around here and I held the damn place down just FINE before you showed up like a damn...carpet-bagger on MY doorstep needing a meal and a BATH!’ she fumed. ‘How DARE you insinuate…’ But Matt was done with the small-talk. As he’d watched her ride in, the thin material of her poorly-patched man’s shirt clinging so sheerly to her breasts that he could see both dark areolae, her breeches clinging to her thighs so that he could see the. Ohhh fuck me... ahhh... ohhh," I screamed, my orgasm pushing the limits of my sanity. Otis kept right on pounding my cunt. He was like a machine, pounding deep into me and withdrawing, repeating over and over again. I wasn't long and I had another orgasm, just as mind blowing as the last. This went on for over an hour. I don't have a clue how many times I climaxed or how many times I passed out. I was well fucked and I knew it. Otis wasn't bragging when he said he could fuck for hours. My pussy. .oh fuck me, Steven, fuck my ass........yes, yes..............oooohhhhhhh!" "Cum for me Steven........", those words were like a match to a fuse, igniting me now. I drove into her ass, long hard strokes, fucking this anally virgin married housewife. "I'm cumming baby, God, you're so tight!" I shouted. Her hand rubbed her sex furiously now as I felt her spasm, her head now laying sideways on the hotel room's desk, her eyes closed, her mouth opened, moaning......"God, oh my God, Steven,. I end the torment of my wife’s breasts, by kissing both nipples and allowing my tongue to flow down between them, only to continue down, stopping only for an instant at the navel, where she tries to moan, but instead gasps with pleasure because I’ve finally allowed my hands to play and they are in between her thighs. My mouth continues its travels until I can smell what my hands have only hinted at, my wife’s vagina, engorged with arousal and moist with her own juices. I let my fingers glide.
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