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I was getting paid AND getting laid. Hell yeah! When is a man at his peak? When he's got cash in one hand and a woman under the other. After a solid hour of going at it, I felt my spine tighten. Fabian wanted me to give him a kid. I wasn't about to let the man down. I gave her every last drop; not a single one left. Irene's whole body shuddered. She knew exactly what I had just done. She stared at me in shock. "Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you just did?"

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

MILFS, Big Breasts, Big Cock, Big Balls, Kissing, Pussy licking, Fingering, Finger Fucking, Face Riding, Doggystyle, Missionary Position, Dick Sucking, Ball Sucking and Licking, Ass Licking, Threesome, Girl on Girl, Foursome, Sixty-Nine, Dick Riding CHAPTER 1 We were mired in an endless rut. If there was a reality show centered around bored housewives, my friends and I would've been cast as the leads. Obviously, no one would tune in to such a sad show and I couldn't blame them. Who would enjoy observing our lives, when we were tired of living them?

He made me taste my essence, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Panting, and with sweat trickling down my body, I tried to speak, but he didn't let me. His fingers travelled down my cleavage, down to my abdomen, before settling on my throbbing clitoris. He flicked it once, and a cold shudder ran down my spine. He did it again, and I jolted, squeezing my thighs together. “No, no, princess, spread those legs for me.” He ordered, whispering against my ear, his warm breath making me drip once again. I obeyed, spreading my legs wide open, letting him see my pink, shivering pussy.

Once Damiel was out of my room, I squeaked so loud that my caetinis started laughing. The things delivered was shared between I and my caetinis according to our preferences. Oh god, my heat is coming up and now I’m fucking married, the worst heat to ever go down in history when my husband doesn’t even want to be intimate with me. Ha ha ha, get ready to die Charlie.

Instead, I walk straight inside his cabin with my best smile. I see hotty's back, his legs on the window's frame in a relaxing posture. Suddenly I feel calm seeing him relaxing in his seat. I wonder what he looks like in sweatpants and a normal tee. I notice the moaning and panting sound engulfed in the room which is coming from hotty's phone. I look closely and see two naked bodies humping on his phone's screen. No, fucking. He is watching them having sex. He is watching P**N! IN HIS PHONE. IN HIS OFFICE! OPENLY!

Why am I not surprised? “Wow. Perfect! And since you reffered to me as the first wife. Am guessing you are the second wife” “Oh please. That is where you are getting it wrong. Am not..and can never be the second wife. He is all mine. I aren’t sharing him with anyone. You are leaving and don’t ever come back again. Who else leaves her matrimonial home to go fuck guys around” “Oh, So you are the new wife. Perfect!” I signed in relief.

Why don't you just admit you have the hots for me? Devan ~”The only thing that is hot for you is my hand that is going to smack your face.” Rey ~”Hey at least there is some part of your body that is hot for me. Why don't you slap me and see if something else gets hot.” Devan ~”Your face is the only other body part that is getting hot here.” Rey ~”Oh that is what you think.” Devan ~”The only raise you getting out of me is an eyebrow.”

"Ahh!" Alexis screamed in unbearable pain. It felt as if his stomach were being torn apart, his body roasting from an invisible fire. Despite the intense heat coursing through him, he couldn’t sweat. His body was riddled with wounds and scratches, injuries caused by his frantic attempts to relieve the unbearable itchiness, one of the drug’s side effects. "Hah! Ahhh!" Rylie, in the other room, was experiencing the same torment. She pressed down on her abdomen, trying to suppress the searing pain. Her once porcelain-like skin was now covered in bleeding wounds from her incessant scratching, brought on by the burning heat and maddening itch.