In the dark room, the wife and husband were no longer able to resist their frenzied passion. As romantic quests go, this was a dangerous encounter. Her husband slept two doors down. Woman's panties lying on the floor.
She sat on the edge of the leather-covered desk, spreading her legs wide. My tongue swirled around her soft folds, caressing every inch of her sensitive flesh, and every now and then I passed across her clit.
As she approached the brink of orgasm, she stood up and impaled the anaconda deep inside her wet, white pussy. The head penetrated her tight hole, stretching, filling her as it penetrated between her legs. She's crushed and on her knees being fucked with lecherous abandon.
She dug her nails into the leather surface, arching her back from the desk as I pounded her tight mouth with rough jabs.
I grabbed her by the waist.
In the hallway, outside the room, the husband was lurking. That little pair between your thumb and index finger. He beat himself up and spied on us. Unable to tear his eyes from the scene, as she begged me for more.
The woman's moans echoed down the corridor. His wife with me only served to inflame his shameful joy. He's almost at his peak.
She moaned soft and sensual as the sensation of my huge cock invading her went deeper.
When I finally forced my cock all the way in, I paused for a moment. This allowed them to catch their breath. Then I hit again, and we hit each other in a wild rhythm.
My hands left her waist
It found its way to include her abundant breasts. I tore the bra off her. I pinched and yanked on her nipples and dominated her.
With a growling growl, I delved deeper into her welcoming body. I slapped our skins together wetly as we moved together in unison. Wild throat sounds escaped our lips with every sultry impact. We became breathing heavier, exerting effort as my speed increased.
I placed my lips on her mouth, kissing her passionately while pounding her body relentlessly
She tasted herself on my tongue and loved it. Our tongues danced together as our hips continued to slam together without mercy.
I grunted and slapped my fat snake against the wife's shiny pink lips once more before thrusting deep into her wet snatch once more.
She was moaning and gasping for air. She felt every inch of me as I stretched her tight insides.
My hands grabbed her buttocks, and I quickened my pace. I pounded on her with furious speed.
Our hips bumped in sync,
Each stroke sent gentle vibrations through our bodies that echoed throughout the dark room. The leather desk creaked under the weight of our movements.
I groaned deeply as I picked up speed, slamming into her wet hood over and over again to a drumbeat of lustful rhythm that bounced throughout the nearly empty house. Sweat beaded on our bodies as we moved together in unison. We groaned and groaned with no regard for privacy..
He watched the pair stroke himself faster and faster as he approached his climax.
In the heat of passion, I slapped the wife's ass, leaving a red mark.
“You like that, bitch?”
She moaned louder.
I tightened my grip on my legs. I'm getting close to my climax.
Seeing his wife submit to my ferocious touches generated jealousy and arousal in him. Her brutal cries for me to fuck her harder.
He spat his little drops onto the door and fell onto the old oak, dripping onto the floor.
Our movements became frantic, our breaths became ragged, lost in a primal dance of lust and desire. My balls slapped against her ass cheeks with each deep thrust, announcing my impending climax.
She screamed, her body tensing as her orgasm rocked her, her fuck hole pressing against my victorious prick. I grunted louder, bucking my hips hard as I sprayed hot seed deep into her, calling her his.
We collapsed together at the desk, panting and exhausted, our bodies still together, our hearts beating in tandem.
The husband slid back into his bed. The evidence of his humiliating consent gathered for the earth to see.
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