Ravaging Mrs Claire
Claire
Slowly, I parted my lips, the tip of his thick cock brushing my tongue with a rough, tantalizing heat. The scent of him—deep, raw, and impossibly masculine cut through me like a drug, knocking the air right out of my lungs.
“If this is how you give your husband blowjobs, I won't blame him for cheating on you,” he sneered, a cruel smirk curling his lips. I felt a stab of insult, but before I could pull back, his hand shot out, yanking my hair with brutal force, forcing him deeper into my mouth.