LOGINGina. I stepped onto the golf course, the sun warm on my skin, making me even hungrier. The field was almost empty, which only made my pulse race faster. I started arranging the balls and clubs, bending over again and again so the tiny skirt rode up my ass with every movement.“Are you new here?”The smooth, deep voice sent electricity straight down my spine. I straightened and turned around. A tall, incredibly fit man stood there with his golf bag, wearing white pants that hugged powerful thighs and did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. Brown hair, baby-blue eyes, and a body that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover instead of a golf course. If these were the “forties” Lissa had mentioned, then forty had never looked this fucking good.“Um…” I stuttered, my thighs clenching hard as fresh heat flooded between my legs.He smiled, slow and knowing. “Are you here to play?”“Nope… I mean, I’m here to work. I’m filling in for a friend,” I managed.“Oh, I though
Gina. I was usually the sexually adventurous type.The girl who couldn’t go a single day without getting fucked senseless. I couldn’t even take a deep breath without sliding a thick vibrator straight into my dripping pussy just to take the edge off. There were nights I’d sneak into clubs, those thick, veined dildos mounted on the walls so girls could back up and ride them raw in the dark while strangers watched. It had become my filthy, shameless bedtime routine. I should have hated how addicted I was, but hating it would mean denying my greedy, starving cunt exactly what it craved.But tonight my body wanted more than the usual showerhead pulsing against my clit or the one familiar cock that always showed up when I needed to be ruined. This time my holes demanded to be filled completely — every single one of them. I wanted thick cocks stretching my mouth until I gagged, another pounding deep into my tight asshole, and a third slamming into my soaked pussy all at once. I cra
Sloan. He kept pounding into my spasming pussy, eyes locked on where we were joined, watching his cock disappear inside me over and over.“Fuck, you feel incredible when you cum,” he groaned. “So tight… so wet. I’m not pulling out, Sloan. I’m going to fill this neglected pussy until it’s dripping with my cum. You want that, don’t you? Want your husband’s best friend to fuck you right here on this table?”“Yes… fill me,” I moaned, still riding the aftershocks. “Cum inside me, Norman. Please. I need it.”He thrust harder, deeper, losing control as his own orgasm built. His grip on my hips turned almost bruising, the table shaking beneath us.“That’s my good girl,” he rasped, voice strained. “Take every drop. This pussy is mine now.”With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum. I felt every pulse, every spurt, and it pushed me into another smaller climax, milking him for everything he had.His cum dripped fr
Sloan. I sucked his cock like I wasn’t a patient who had come for a diagnosis. I sucked him like a filthy, starved married whore who had been denied real dick for years. My lips stretched obscenely around his thick shaft, saliva pouring down my chin in messy rivers as I bobbed faster, taking him deeper with every desperate stroke. I hollowed my cheeks, swirled my tongue along every throbbing vein, and moaned around his length like it was the only thing that could save me. My hands pumped the base I couldn’t swallow while my throat relaxed to let him slide even further, gagging wetly but never pulling away.“Oh my fuck… fuck! Sloan… how are you so perfect with this?” Norman groaned, fisting my hair tightly and yanking my head back so I was forced to look up at him. Strings of saliva connected my swollen lips to his glistening cock. I gasped heavily, chest heaving, mascara running down my cheeks.“Look at how needy you look,” he rasped, eyes dark with lust. “How long have you b
Sloan.My entire body was on fire.Like a million flames licking through my veins. I couldn’t even keep my legs steady — they kept trying to slip off the sides of the table, trembling uncontrollably — but Norman gripped my thighs hard, holding them exactly where he wanted them as he kept devouring me.“So good, Sloan… you taste so fucking good. Fuck,” he groaned against my soaked folds, the praise vibrating straight through my clit.“My best friend doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve this perfect, dripping pussy,” he added, voice dark and rough. He sucked my swollen clit between his lips again, hard, while sliding two thick fingers back into my cunt. He curled them perfectly and started thrusting in and out with filthy, wet sounds.“Yes… yes… right there! Fuck! Right there!” I cried out, back arching sharply off the table.“Oh my God, Norman… your hands feel so good,” I moaned, lifting my head to watch him. One of my hands wrapped desperately around his wrist, urging him deeper,
Sloan. I cried out sharply as his tongue flicked relentlessly over my swollen clit. “I want… fuck!”What was I even begging for? His cock? His fingers? His mouth devouring me until I forgot my own name? I was a married woman, for crying out loud — Derek’s wife — and here I was, legs spread wide on my husband’s best friend’s examination table, shamelessly grinding my soaked pussy against his face like a desperate, starved slut. My body had been neglected for so long that every lick felt like fire licking up my spine. I was dripping, clenching, ruined… and I didn’t want him to stop.“Answer me, Sloan,” Norman growled against my slick folds, his voice rough and commanding. “Do you want this? Do you want me to keep eating this married pussy like it belongs to me? Do you want my fingers filling up this tight cunt so you never have to beg your husband to fuck you again?”“Fuck, yes… please don’t stop,” I moaned, trembling so hard I nearly slid off the table. He clamped his strong ha







