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He stopped that train of thought. There was no way she could want him. This was just another part of the midlife thing she was going through, trying to get attention and affirmations that she was hot. But why the taboo captions and mention of him? She could post these pictures simply as a 'hot milf' and people would be all over her. Craig scrolled down and had to wait a moment for the page to reload. When it did, he blurted out, "Holy shit!" The next tweet wasn't a picture he'd taken, but wished he had. Mom had taken a picture in the mirror with her legs spread, her pussy completely exposed. As he'd wondered yesterday by the pool, his mother's pink pussy was completely smooth.

“I wish I had my phone. I want to take a picture and post it all over social media. You know what the hashtag would be?” Flushed, I arched my eyebrows. “What?” “Hashtag prettiest pussy in the fucking world. Hashtag breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Hashtag the moment I decided to make her my wife. Hashtag forever mine.” I swallowed. “That’s a lot of hashtags.” Biting his bottom lip, he touched my pussy and began fondling the clit with two fingers. Moans ripped from my throat. So slick, my wet folds ached for more. His finger’s rhythm captured all my attention. I couldn’t turn away or even be lost in his eyes.

But my fingers kept scrolling, like I was a desperate masochist. USER24388227901: Oh my God, they look so cute together! Can’t wait to get my perfect dream man. A bitter laugh scraped my throat. Cute? Perfect dream man? If only they knew. WAFFLES: She looks so beautiful. I swear, every time I see a picture of her, she slays every outfit. The comment had over 1,000 likes. One hundred replies. People adored the fairy tale. I closed the article and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, needing something to cool the fire in my chest. As I twisted the cap, my phone pinged. Relief sparked—Vivian, finally.

"So, in celebration of that event, I would like the two women in my life to be the center of attention. My fantasy is for Kelly to be gangbanged by all the men in the group. Nothing, except anal sex, is off limits, and I want each man to finish in her mouth at least once tonight, multiple times if possible. Kara, I know that you only want to have intercourse with me, and I would never ask you to change that for me, so, all the women get to do whatever they want to her, and if the men want to use her mouth, you can do so. Will that be okay?" He looked from one of them to the other, seeing smiles on each of their faces. "Let's do it!" he said, seeing no concern from either of them. Kelly and K

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CONTENT WARNING: Hotwife pimping fantasy unfolds – group use with anal focus, creampie overload, and husband cleanup humiliation; denial buildup, public-ish exposure, and submission kink. CHAPTER ONE "Who does this belong to? Who owns this, little girl?" He rubs her pussy in his hand. She's soaking wet, dripping. Her breathing is deep, a slight sigh with each breath. She moans softly with her eyes closed. She opens them and sees him inches from her pretty face.

"Close your eyes, Lila! Picture his tattoos! Picture those cold eyes turning dark with lust while he ruins you! Mmm-gh! You’re so tight... so fucking wet for him!" I did what he said. I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over. I imagined the hands on my hips were Eddie’s. I imagined the raw, heavy weight inside me belonged to the man who called me a whore. "Yes... ah! Oh god... Eddie... please!" I cried out, the name slipping past my lips before I could stop it.

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

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