MasukHORNY NEGLECTED WIFE THIRD PERSON POV Donna Matthews was splayed wide on her marital bed, completely naked and aching beyond control. Her thighs were so wide, and further apart from each other like an offering. Her shaved outer cunt lips, puffy and so slick that it coated her opening, dripping down to her bare asshole. She pinched her buzzing nipples, twisting the bud between her fingers, enjoying the shocks it sent to her fat clit that needed a finger or a tongue. Donna didn't really mind what touches that spot of hers, she felt like she was being torn apart. She fucked the air. "AHH... Uhmmm.... god... " She moaned, the sheets beneath her getting wet by the second. Her strawberry blonde hair framed her face, the strands on her forehead matted with sweat. Pale creamy skin shiny under the overhead lights. Her husband, Pastor Matthews stood at the front of the bed, buck naked as his wife. But instead of pouncing on her, he looked like he didn't want to be anywhere near
Third Person Pov "You're not cheating on Roland, Kate." Ashley breathed against Kate's ear, her heavy breasts, brushing the bare arm of the future bride. "It's just us. Your girls. Touch yourself, baby. Show us how wet you are right now." Kate's cheeks flamed hot, her pulse hammered in her ears. Breathing heavily, she slowly rubbed her lacy covered slit of her pussy, feeling the wetness there. Ashley, Karen, and Hayley, already had their things yanked aside, cunts on full display. She didn't want to not do it. Besides it's for one night, after today, her life would go back to the fairytale it was with Roland, the past forgotten and never spoken off. Her fingers trembled as she hooked her pink, flimsy, lacy string away from her wet slit. The air conditioned breeze in the room kissed her swollen, aching folds. " AHH... " She gasped. Her pussy was super puffy, slick and dripping onto the plush rug beneath her. Fat globs of creamy rice leaked on the rug. Her friends
Third person Pov The penthouse was beautifully decorated for the party, thanks to Michelle. It was the night before Kate's wedding, her last night as an unmarried woman. Petals decorated the floor, candles flickering, their sweet scents permeating the air. According to her friends, it was her last day to be "free." Whatever that was, she didn't understand? They always talked about marriage like it was some kind of torture prison. This night however was about loads of champagne, lingeries and loud music. No men, no drama. Just Kate and her three bridesmaids having a swell time. Kate was currently perched on the persian rug that tickled her smooth thighs. She wore a sheer robe that did nothing to conceal the pink garter belt she had on. Her full tits strained against her light pink lace bra. Panties, if you could call them that were strings pushed into her ass crack and divided her plump pussy lips. Every little shift made her fabric drag across her clit, sending fresh sparks st
Third Person Pov Brianna, Kate's mother was on her knees the door to the bedroom fully shut. The marble floor of Roland's master bedroom felt cold on her old knees but she didn't care. Roland stood in front of her in nothing but loose sweat pants, his heavy veiny cock already straining the thin material. She swallowed roughly, knowing all so well that she shouldn't be here. Her instincts screamed at her to stand up and get the hell out, but lust blinded the better part of her. She yanked his sweat pants down his ass, letting his fat prick spring free, thick as her wrist, precum already bubbling at the flared tip. She didn't speak, didn't gasp. Brianna just opened her mouth and swallowed the length of him. Her lips stretched around his girthy shaft, as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. Spit dripped in pools from her mouth onto her heavy tits that she had freed from her blouse before she knelt down. Brianna always wanted to please Roland. He loved having to look at h
THIRD PERSON POV Michelle sat at the long rehearsal dinner table litters with fancy, expensive candles and meals that were tasteless at best. Everything was going really well for that evening until Carl, Kate's dad opened his big mouth. The broad, handsome ex marine was being the jerky overprotective father. His angry eyes were fixed on Roland, not caring about the distinguished guests on the table. "My daughter deserves better than some slick talking money machine who probably fucks around behind her back."Roland's jaw tightened, picking at the awful dinner between his fork. "Kate's a grown ass woman and can make her own decisions for herself. She doesn't need her daddy to micromanage her life."Kate's cheeks burned red, avoiding the evasive looks of the other guests. "Dad please, not tonight."Carl snorted, twirling his glass of whisky. "I've heard stories about you, Roland. You want to fuck my daughter up like the others."Michelle swallowed painfully. This shit was gonna end u
Third Person Pov Michelle, Los Angeles renowned celebrity wedding planner, leaned back against the soft cushions in the balcony of Mr Roland's breathtaking mansion. Kate, the soon to be bride of Mr Roland laid beside her, her knees drawn to her chest, worrying her lip. Fingers digging into her plan leaving deep marks. "I just don't know if I should do this, Michelle." Kate whispered in a cracked voice. "What if Roland doesn't love me? What if I'm making the biggest mistake of my entire life?" Michelle fought hard not to roll her eyes. One reason being she didn't want to ruin her expensive hybrid lashes, and on one hand she didn't want to lose a well paying client. She could just imagine the headlines "Celebrity Wedding Planner, Michelle Dune, loses a high profile client. " Not on her watch. All because a rich girl couldn't make up her fucking mind. Looking into Kate's eyes trying to be as sincere as possible, she cajoled her. "Oh honey. I truly understand." All the whi
JESS'S POVEvery time I closed my eyes I saw Blane's huge cock splitting Kayla's pussy open. Her brown pussy gripping him like she never wanted him to let go, her pussy cream sliding down his shaft.And me? I'm single with an empty cunt and a drenched thong. Also, a broken heart that I didn't want
Jess's PovI was sprawled on my bed, in nothing but a barely there thong and an old tank top, while trying to force sleep to come. Then the first moan drifted through the house. It was soft at first, but I thought I imagined it. Then it got louder, followed by a needy whine and hoarse moan. I sa
Anna's POV I couldn't stop. I didn't even want to. After that day on Dr Hale's desk, it was like a slutty switch was switched inside me. My body craved his cock constantly. Every day I found one stupid excuse or the other to go to the hospital. “It's a follow-up checkup,” I told the re
JESS'S POVMy voice was so sore. Mom followed me around asking if I had COVID, worried I would infect the house. If only she knew it was Blane's cock that hammered my voice into nonexistence.My titties also had faint mark lines from when he roughly squeezed and played with them. I swallowed sali







