and fullness. Oh… so good.
He was panting, his hip movements becoming more erratic. He
jerked convulsively and his cock slid in deeper.
Oh, fuck, this is where it was during yesterday's
accident, but it was an accident. I let out a long, shaky sigh. Feels so
good. Maybe I'll just enjoy this for a moment. I squirmed underneath him
and his hips moved. With each little movement, I felt the thickness banishing
the emptiness. It was fantastic. My pussy clamped hard on his cock inside me.
He groaned and thrust.
My eyes popped open and my mouth fell in a wordless gasp of
surprise. His thickness slid in, moving in with force and need. My ache turned
to pleasure and my pussy relaxed and welcomed the thrust.
He was in deep, and still pushing in. His back humped up,
his hips tilting, driving his penis into me slowly.
My pussy clamped, and then clamped again.
He moaned with fever and thrust hard.
At the same time, I cried out with need and pulled on his
butt, lifting my knees high and wide. He was almost there; almost to the point
of perfectly banishing that maddening hollowness in me.
His thick erection pushed in. Very, very deep.
Oh my god. Too wonderful to stop. Can't stop. More! I
groaned out, whimpering, pulling, and lifting my knees all the way back.
He let out a long sigh and then began pulling out.
No! No, please. Wait… I want to feel it.
He thrust back in slowly. Then moved a little, his cock
teasing my depths without being as deep as before. He looked delirious. I felt
delirious.
I grunted, pulling again.
His cock sank in deep again, refilling the previous depth.
That's when I realized I felt his crotch firmly planted against mine. Lights
flashed in my head. Tension rolled up my arms and legs. I pulled more and
squirmed my hips. I felt the helmet deep in me, moving around as I squirmed. It
was fantastic.
I knew I had failed, but the failure was so good. Is this
how it was on Lifetime? Aren't I supposed to be hearing saxophones and crying?
He panted and began moving. He leaned down and kissed me.
His cock slid in and out and my pussy welcomed him.
I totally lost it with the kiss. My hips bucked up to his
and we fucked with an insane lust.
I'm now a married, cheating whore. And what's worse, I
love it. I've ruined everything…
My pussy wasn't listening.
Stupid pussy!
I groaned in the kiss, more and more lights flashing behind
my closed eyes. His cock drove into me over and over, all the way in. I was
gasping, beginning to sob with the feeling of finally getting satisfied.
"Oh yes… Oh yesss… Do it… Fuck me, Ben…"
He growled and began driving harder. His erection filled and
emptied me over and over, tightening the threatening coil within me.
I fucked him back shamelessly. I'm a fucking whore. Tears leaked out my eyes. Why is something so wrong, so good? An
explosion of tingles, tension and terror overcame me. I cried out, my body
convulsing hard with the orgasmic release of so much sexual lust. Terror
flooded me that the convulsions might kill me. I had never felt an orgasm so
hard.
He cried out above me, filling me completely. His hips
ground against mine and I felt a huge blast of hotness deep inside. He grunted,
then another blast. He kept grunting, driving his cock as far into me as he
could. Wetness increased so fast in me that I felt gushes begin running out of
my pussy.
I was coming off my orgasm. I laid my head back and moved my
hips as fast as I could. Ben was cumming in me and I wanted it all. My pussy
milked him, sucking the life out of him until he collapsed on me in the perfect
union of friendship.
Why did I have to fail?
CHAPTER 10
I drove home with trepidation in my heart. I had failed. My
marriage was doomed and would be over soon amidst a series of hateful court
scenes. My husband would scorn me for the whore I was. It was all over my face.
I gripped the steering wheel harshly. It had felt wonderful,
but now it was all empty. I had thrown everything away. For what? Less
He was panting, his hip movements becoming more erratic. He
jerked convulsively and his cock slid in deeper.
Oh, fuck, this is where it was during yesterday's
accident, but it was an accident. I let out a long, shaky sigh. Feels so
good. Maybe I'll just enjoy this for a moment. I squirmed underneath him
and his hips moved. With each little movement, I felt the thickness banishing
the emptiness. It was fantastic. My pussy clamped hard on his cock inside me.
He groaned and thrust.
My eyes popped open and my mouth fell in a wordless gasp of
surprise. His thickness slid in, moving in with force and need. My ache turned
to pleasure and my pussy relaxed and welcomed the thrust.
He was in deep, and still pushing in. His back humped up,
his hips tilting, driving his penis into me slowly.
My pussy clamped, and then clamped again.
He moaned with fever and thrust hard.
At the same time, I cried out with need and pulled on his
butt, lifting my knees high and wide. He was almost there; almost to the point
of perfectly banishing that maddening hollowness in me.
His thick erection pushed in. Very, very deep.
Oh my god. Too wonderful to stop. Can't stop. More! I
groaned out, whimpering, pulling, and lifting my knees all the way back.
He let out a long sigh and then began pulling out.
No! No, please. Wait… I want to feel it.
He thrust back in slowly. Then moved a little, his cock
teasing my depths without being as deep as before. He looked delirious. I felt
delirious.
I grunted, pulling again.
His cock sank in deep again, refilling the previous depth.
That's when I realized I felt his crotch firmly planted against mine. Lights
flashed in my head. Tension rolled up my arms and legs. I pulled more and
squirmed my hips. I felt the helmet deep in me, moving around as I squirmed. It
was fantastic.
I knew I had failed, but the failure was so good. Is this
how it was on Lifetime? Aren't I supposed to be hearing saxophones and crying?
He panted and began moving. He leaned down and kissed me.
His cock slid in and out and my pussy welcomed him.
I totally lost it with the kiss. My hips bucked up to his
and we fucked with an insane lust.
I'm now a married, cheating whore. And what's worse, I
love it. I've ruined everything…
My pussy wasn't listening.
Stupid pussy!
I groaned in the kiss, more and more lights flashing behind
my closed eyes. His cock drove into me over and over, all the way in. I was
gasping, beginning to sob with the feeling of finally getting satisfied.
"Oh yes… Oh yesss… Do it… Fuck me, Ben…"
He growled and began driving harder. His erection filled and
emptied me over and over, tightening the threatening coil within me.
I fucked him back shamelessly. I'm a fucking whore. Tears leaked out my eyes. Why is something so wrong, so good? An
explosion of tingles, tension and terror overcame me. I cried out, my body
convulsing hard with the orgasmic release of so much sexual lust. Terror
flooded me that the convulsions might kill me. I had never felt an orgasm so
hard.
He cried out above me, filling me completely. His hips
ground against mine and I felt a huge blast of hotness deep inside. He grunted,
then another blast. He kept grunting, driving his cock as far into me as he
could. Wetness increased so fast in me that I felt gushes begin running out of
my pussy.
I was coming off my orgasm. I laid my head back and moved my
hips as fast as I could. Ben was cumming in me and I wanted it all. My pussy
milked him, sucking the life out of him until he collapsed on me in the perfect
union of friendship.
Why did I have to fail?
CHAPTER 10
I drove home with trepidation in my heart. I had failed. My
marriage was doomed and would be over soon amidst a series of hateful court
scenes. My husband would scorn me for the whore I was. It was all over my face.
I gripped the steering wheel harshly. It had felt wonderful,
but now it was all empty. I had thrown everything away. For what? Less
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