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Eric hissed, "Just leave him and marry me, Bruna. I will keep you happy. I will fulfil all your needs, let it be emotional or physical. I know that disabled husband of yours is a fucking piece of trash who might not be able to satisfy you." What?! That was more than enough. I shoved Eric and landed a tight slap on his face. Eric's face got thrown to the left by the slap. "How dare you speak bullshit against my husband, huh?" I scoffed at him. Grabbing the collar of his coat, I straightened him and glared at him. "I am his loyal, dear wife and I won't hear any bullshit person like you speak even a word against my husband." I warned him. I shoved Eric and declared, "And from now on, it will be

She moaned as he thrust his two fingers into the slippery and wet treasure. The wife really squealed with pleasure when it reached its climax. His hand was wet. The woman caught her breath, she pulled it by the neck. Then made to kneel. He first slapped the angry pet on its face, before inserting it into the woman's mouth. He held her by the hair and continued thrusting her. His wife was in tears when he stood up. He turned her back and dropped her on the table. He opened the woman's thigh, and quickly inserted his weapon. "Aaaah," Ericka just moaned because of pleasure.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Eric moved her into the lift once it arrived. Once the doors shut, enclosing them in on their own. She turned to face him, stepping up to him so only an inch separated their bodies. Locking her gaze onto his, her fingers curled into the lapels of his dark grey suit jacket. Anchoring herself to him as his hands once more moved to her waist. Her heart pounding, a wild tempo in her chest. It wasn’t just the encounter with Eva. It was him and their need for each other. Going up on her toes, she said in his ear. “Only when you want to be kinky is someone allowed to hit your wife in a very naughty way? Namely, you.” She let her breath skim across his ear.

With Greg’s cum still warm inside her, the sperm swimming up into her uterus, she turned and pushed me onto my back, straddled my head, then lowered her sloppy cunt right onto my face. Now, I don’t like the taste of cum and it’s creepy to think about eating another man’s spunk. Eating it out of your just-fucked wife is doubly creepy. On the other hand, when you actually see your wife’s cunt gaping open after intercourse with semen dripping out of her, it is tremendously erotic, and having her so horny as to be completely out of control is the most arousing thing in the world.

Erica was so drunk and so adorable then, that only the thought made me smile. When I twirled Amelie, her husband came to stand in front of me and took her away. “Dance with your own wife.” He muttered as he took his wife in his arms and danced with her. I locked eyes with my wife where she stood with her sister as I said, “Dance with me, little devil.” Erica shook her head and pointed at the door where the woman from earlier appeared with a domed tray in her hand. She said, “I want to have dessert first.”

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

Today, we would get married with my mother watching, my daughter dancing, and my wife knowing that our love story was strong enough to survive any truth. Even the ones that took thirty years to tell.

Nathan scoffed, a sly smirk settling around his lips as he signaled to Luke to lock the door and guard it. “I’m offended, were you not expecting me, Kendrick? After what you did…to my wife?” Nathan sneered as he circled around the bed like a predator hunting for his prey and waiting for when to strike. "What are you talking about, man?" Kendrick asked, his voice laced with feigned innocence. He paused, his eyes narrowing as he stretched out a finger, his gaze locking onto Nathan's face. "Oh, it's you. Nathan. I thought you were still on your honeymoon with that..slut," he spat, his lips curling in distaste. "And I didn't do anything to your...wife. She came to me, begging for a fu

Eros chuckled low, as if he'd heard something amusing. "That's not going to be possible... because, as my wife, there will be many kisses." He winked at her and added, "And, for your misfortune, I like kissing, chérie (darling). Especially when the response is this delicious." She blushed to the tips of her ears and looked away, embarrassed. She wondered how she was going to survive this man. Because Eros was just as dangerous as her husband—only his threat wasn't to her body, but to her heart. And she couldn't allow that.