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By (user no longer on site) OP
23 weeks ago
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Once he was buried to the hilt, filling her completely, her hesitation shattered. He started pounding into her with relentless force, the sofa creaking under them, his balls slapping against her arse with each brutal drive. 'Fuck, yes!' she moaned suddenly, her voice breaking as her body arched, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. 'This is what I need—fill me!' The words spilled from her like a dam breaking, her initial shyness replaced by raw, vocal hunger. She bucked against him, tits bouncing wildly, her hands clawing at his back as he fucked her harder, grunting with effort. 'Take it all, you needy slut,' he snarled, one hand around her throat in a light but dominant hold, the other rubbing her clit furiously. Her moans grew louder, filthier—'Deeper, oh God, stretch my pussy!'—echoing off the walls as she came undone, her walls clenching around his massive cock.
I couldn't tear my eyes away, my hand itching to stroke myself, but the intensity held me frozen, jealousy burning hot as I realised how much more she craved him. He flipped her onto all fours, facing me so I could see every thrust, her face contorted in ecstasy, drool slipping from her lips. 'Look at your man while I ruin you,' he ordered her, slamming in from behind, his hips pistoning like a machine. She locked eyes with me, moaning 'I'm yours, but this... this cock... fill me up!' as another orgasm ripped through her, her body shuddering. Finally, with a roar, he pulled out and sprayed thick ropes of cum across her back and arse, marking her while she collapsed, panting and spent. He'd dressed and left without a word to me, just a nod, leaving her sated and me aching with unfulfilled desire. Now, as she curled against me in the aftermath, whispering about inviting him back, I knew our nights would never be the same—her transformation into this eager, insatiable woman both thrilling and tormenting me.
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