You’re sat in the living room in the dark waiting for me. You ask where I’ve been.
I stumble in, mascara and eye liner smudged down my cheek and my lipstick smeared.
I tell you I just got fucked up against a wall and immediately your cock starts to twitch. You want details because you love the idea of another man fucking your slut of a wife. I tell you that he fingered me at the bar, lifting my skirt so everyone got a glimpse of his hand in my knickers. I tell you my knickers are wet with his cum and you tell me to take them off and hand them to you and then u ask what happened next. |
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“We went and sat in a booth and he continued to finger me. I undid his jeans and started to slowly wank him to full hardness. Aware that we had quite an audience we went outside. He pushed me down and made me suck his rock hard cock. He held my hair and I gasped for breath
Then he dragged me up and pinned me against a wall, lifting one leg up so he could force himself deep inside me. I was unbalanced so I had to hold him.
He kept fucking me, relentlessly and then when he was done, he dropped me like a cheap whore and walked back inside. Not even looking a back. I walked home, his cum running down my leg....” |
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You look at me then run your finger up my thigh. It’s still wet. You put your finger in my mouth and make me lick him off.
You call me a filthy slut. I smile. You say I’m a good girl for telling you all the filthy details....
You’ve already got the blanket out. You tell me to lay down. I lay on my back, knees up, legs apart, giving you full view of my dripping wet cunt. You tell me to dip my fingers in his cum. I do so.
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