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After that we decided to go swimming and do some activities offered on the island. We went back to our room feeling exhausted. We just cuddle. We're too tired to do some other naughty things. We decided to watch a movie while cuddling. "I want to see you wife like that." Maru said. "What?" "Like the girl in that movie, get jealous and be possessive." “Weren’t you feel like your being choked?”

My mother lounged in the armchair like a depraved empress, her smirk filthy and feral as she watched me struggle to process the twisted game she’d set in motion. “Darling,” she drawled, “don’t play the innocent now. You’ve been fucking my husband for weeks. Did you think I’d stay blind? Did you think I wouldn’t want a taste?” My mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was dead right—I’d been screwing Christian, my stepdaddy, for almost a month. The guilt had clawed at me, but his thick shaft filling me, the way he fucked me senseless—it was an addiction I couldn’t kick. But this? Her stepping in, turning it into her own pornographic show? That was beyond anything I’d imagined.

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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.

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Zeke growled in anger. “She just has a soft heart, Zek. What did you do with her then?” Jaybee asked, taking a sip from his drink. “I locked her in the dark room.” Zeke stated while placing the glass on the table, finishing yet again another glass. “The fuck you did?” Jay reacted in disbelief, eyes widening at his statement, “Ohh boy! Tell me you did not do that to your wife!” He looked at Zeke in disbelief. “I did, bro. I couldn't help it! I was so mad at her.” Zeke answer rubbing his temples.

She said in a shakey voice. "What do you want baby? What do you want me to do?" He asked, his voice dominant and husky toned. "Give me more please. Go faster daddy. Please, faster." She came again, he could feel her juices running down his inner thigh. Which only made him get turned on more then he already was. "Jake, I'm gonna come again baby... I can feel.. another orgasm coming.... baby.." she yelled on her pillow, as they both reached their orgasm. His length twitch inside her as he finished, letting out a loud grunt. He didn't worry she'd get pregnant. She had been on the pill for the last two months as they had made their relationship official.