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He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

Meanwhile, I felt like yanking on the b*st*rd's nipple rings. My afternoon fantasy was frail in this b*st*rd's crazy play. She looked naive, biting her lower lip and feeling Lolita's tongue chewing her n*ppl*s like a hungry viper. Her meaty, bubble–like n*ppl*s had turned red and pointed under the s*ck. In a lesbian frenzy, she pushed her boobs up and down, sandwiching her tongue in between the motion until an exciting lapse crossed her clitoris. As I stroked my d*ck furiously, my scrotum suddenly shrunk, tightening up in a thrilling expectation. The tiny room's temperature suddenly hit past hundred degrees.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

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The fire in her core was banked but not out, and if anything, their touch reignited it, fingers trailing teasingly over her sensitive skin. They pulled her toward a side door marked with a discreet plaque: "Toy Playground." The brunette pushed it open, revealing a room that made Lara's eyes widen behind her sticky lenses. It was a pervert's paradise, walls lined with shelves upon shelves of toys. Dildos of every size and shape, from realistic veined monsters to fantastical ridged beasts in neon colors. Vibrators humming faintly on chargers, wands with bulging heads, bullets small enough to hide, plugs in graduated sets, some with tails, others jeweled or inflatable.

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I began to move his hands for him, massaging his skin against mine until his breathing turned heavy and ragged. "See?" I whispered, my voice thick with a sudden, genuine heat. "Much better than sitting here alone." I didn't wait for an invitation. I straddled his lap, my knees on either side of his hips. Looking him straight in the eyes, I reached behind me and unhooked the lace, pulling the lingerie over my head and tossing it onto the floor next to my robe. Mr. Gab’s eyes darkened, his pupils blowing wide as he took me in. I grabbed his hand again, leading it back to my bare skin, guiding his fingers to knead and tease.

This is wrong, this is so wrong… and yet, oh god, please… He didn’t remove her panties. He simply hooked his fingers in the side and tore the lace with a sharp, rending sound. The violence of the act made her gasp, a fresh wave of heat pulsing through her core. He positioned himself behind her, one large hand splaying across the small of her back to hold her down.

In the center stood a massive king-sized bed draped in luxurious black silk sheets, with sturdy restraints dangling from the headboard and posts. In one corner loomed a polished St. Andrew’s cross, its leather cuffs gleaming. Along a nearby table lay an array of toys: vibrantly colored dildos of varying sizes, gleaming metal and silicone plugs, coiled whips, paddles, and more—everything meticulously arranged. Her heart pounded wildly, a fresh wave of heat flooding between her thighs as arousal soaked her instantly. “You… you did all this?” she whispered breathlessly, turning to him. “For us?”