I suck her husband’s cock in a motel that charges by the hour. My boss. That thick, dark dick sliding past my lips while I think about her stupid organic hand soap and her perfect hydrangeas. He thinks about how I give Great blowjobs. I know what his wedding ring looks like because I’ve watched it glint while he finger-fucks me under his desk.
“You’re tighter than her,” he grunts, and I moan around his shaft because I know I am. I’m younger, wetter, filthier. I let him throat-fuck me until mascara runs down my cheeks and my spit pools on his balls. He loves that his perfect wife would never. She probably gags on his pre-cum. I swallow his whole load and ask for more.
Then he bends me over the dresser. No condom. No romance. Just his thick cock splitting my cunt while I watch us in the dirty mirror. His dark hand gripping my pale throat. My tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. The sound is wet and nasty, skin slapping skin, his balls smacking my clit.
“Tell me you love this married dick,” he growls.
“I fucking love it,” I gasp. “I love stealing your cum from her. Pump it in me. Fill my slut pussy up.”
He does. He floods my cunt with a groan, his hot seed dripping down my thighs. I’ll let it sit there while I drive home. A dirty little secret soaking into my panties.
She’ll kiss him tonight and taste my pussy on his breath. And tomorrow at the office, I’ll hand him his coffee, smile, and whisper, “Same time next week, boss?”




















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