《Lustful Encounters》Our Encounters from Now On 1.2
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All the time we spent around each other.. lusting and wishing we could indulge in each other's bodies, but couldn't let anyone know what we did in private. If anyone had ever found out, It would be the end of your career and possibly your marriage. Everything seemed so innocent, but we both knew when we looked at each other or touch each other, what we were capable of doing together. The way you would stuff your mouth with this big dick and smirk back at me while you did. You knew I loved that. You were eager to learn and you did It the best. So sloppily. Anytime we got together you couldn't wait to put It in your mouth. I couldn't wait to be inside your mouth. Could never get over that feeling. Sneaking away from your husband to get exactly what you wanted.
In the car. In y'all's bed. In my bed. It didn't matter where we were or where we ended up. Just wanted to indulge in each other. The countless times I had you folded up in my front seat. Digging and pounding inside that tight pussy. Getting deeper than your husband could ever imagine. The way you moaned and groaned while you took. Nails digging into my arms and back every stroke. Body convulsing and sweating trying to take me. You felt so good and tight. Felt like no one had ever been inside you. The way you would cum with me deep in your ocean constantly pounding and not letting up until you gave It all to me. I'd sit there and look at you lay there breathing heavily afterwards. My skin stuck under your fingernails. They would've thought we were fighting the way you were screaming out. From Walmart parking lots to random parks. The mall parking lot to a dorm room parking lot on campus. Driving around the loop several times while you sucked and slobbered all over. Swallowing me whole while I was driving then climbing on top of me at 70 mph. I loved the slut hot wife you were for me. You learned to please well.
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It was the view of seeing you in front of me with my dick in your mouth. Captivating and lustful. The view of a married woman who wanted to nothing but suck and please this dick. Before I even knew what you really were. From my bed to yours, you did It so well no matter where we were. Spit dripping down off my thighs onto the mattress. Your forearms looking like they were covered in slim. A puddle of your spit on me and on the sheets. You would just laugh and smirk looking at It. I would just tell you how much I loved It. I wanted more. I needed more. You made sure to give me more. The sound of you swallowing me and gagging would take control of me. Those pretty blue eyes in the back ground as you swirled your tongue around the tip. So sexy. The best feeling when you didn't stop even after I came. Just wanted to keep pleasing me. Your mouth felt too damn good. I'd wish It was mine, well It is, but It also belongs to your husband..
I remember the time you took me to your parents house just to get away. Many might think It was too much effort, but when we wanted to meet It was never an issue of how. We just did. You took me upstairs to your old bedroom. I laid there while you pleased me with that pretty mouth. Looking around at your walls seeing all your old pics hanging up. A timeline of events the led to here where we are together with you stuffing your mouth with me. I laid you on your stomach and stuffed my face between your legs. The taste of you... mmmm mm mmmm. I hooked my arms around your waist so you couldn't run away, we know you loved to. When you start cumming you always try to squirm away from me, but I make you stay there and cum hard for me like you should. Even when you start rolling left or right, I kept my tongue on you and in you. The way you would gasp heavily like "finally I can breath again" made not ever want to stop. You turned around and opened your legs up. I climbed on top of you and slid inside you. So wet and tight. I stroked slowly while staring into your eyes. Grabbing your boobs with my hands. You started moving and lifting your hips with me as I went.. "fuccckkk babyyyy" biting your lip as you got It out. Loved how you wanted to be pleased by me insisted of your husband. A good married slut. I laid you on the edge of the bed and pounded you harder. The mattress started sliding off the frame, I didn't stop. I pressed your legs further back and kept pounding, I was about to cum. You jumped up and got on your knees mouth open.. ahhhhhh all my cum shooting onto your face and tongue making its way to your boobs. So sexy how quick you do things. I loved It.
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The time at your house was another memory. We didn't spend much time hanging out. Your husband was out of town and you asked me to come over. Took me straight to the room as soon as we got there. Got me undressed and went to work. No time to wait. As soon as you pulled It out, you had It sloppy and in your mouth. Stroking and sucking, you do It so good and it's even better when you're not supposed to be like this for me!! I jumped on the bed and laid down. You climbed on top of me and started riding. Felt so good to have that ass in my hands while you put me deep inside you. I saw a picture of your husband on the nightstand and just thought what if he was watching? Maybe he could learn to please you like he needed to. But he couldn't. Maybe he could sit there and watch me please you like he would never be able to? See how much of a slut you are for me and wishing you'd be this way for him.. but you couldn't. You loved what I turned you into, but was also afraid of how much of slut you could possibly become for me. The things you'd be driven to do. A true bbc slut you had become. Spent years lusting and finally became one for 3 years after. I'm glad you did. If only your husband knew how much of a hotwife you could be. Him a cuck.. possibilities.
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