Dammit. My pussy wanted that massive meat pole!
I was so ready. Dropping my panties, I turned around, lining up my naked pussy with his prick. I thrust back, engulfing his boner with my dripping wet folds. My hungry twat gobbled it up.
Frank didn’t waste any time. He pounded me with rapid-fire thrusts…trying to kill me with man-meat. I loved it. With every thrust the spring in my belly coiled tighter and tighter…and exploded!
My convulsing cunt squeezed his thick shaft, milking out his creamy cum.
Frank pulled that beautiful meat pole out of my pussy, and I fell on the chair. Damn, that was a fucking good fuck. Sweet Sara would shit bricks if she knew I’d sucked and screwed her perfect husband. And I hoped to do it again.
Looking at the clock, I buttoned up my top and fixed my lipstick. Blowjobs are hell on lipstick. Hurrying home, I found hubby in the bedroom and kissed him with my cock-sucking lips. Then his cell rang.
Chuck answered, and I saw a strange look on his face. “Wifey, that was the local strip club. They said you left your bra there??”
I had to think quick. “No way. I told you I got a job at the call center. Me and Bambi must’ve accidentally switched bras at the gym. So Bambi left that bra.” Chuck still had a weird look. But like all wives I knew how to distract his attention.
“Hubby, you wanna fuck?” Spreading my thighs I wiggled my pink labia like cock bait. He pounced on me, attacking my sore pussy. We screwed like newlyweds.
The fucking became pounding. Chuck bit my nipples and I bit his neck. Soon my hips lifted, grinding my burning clit against his pole. He rammed his boner so deep it hit bottom and spewed. And I jolted in climax at the same time.
The next day I went to my job…my Blow Job. Sitting on the chair, I giggled every time a stiff dick popped out of the hole.
Six cock-sucks later Bambi showed up with some food. “How’s it going Becca?”
“The same old thing. Suck. Swallow. Rinse. Repeat.”
Bambi laughed. “I brought us salads. I thought we could use some healthy food. After all… you are what you eat.”
“Hell. If that’s true, then I’m made out of cum!”