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Alone at last, my fingers find their familiar rhythm. The shower steams as I sink into memory, conjuring the force of an ex, the stretch of another. My body trembles, a warm gush follows—a messy, private release only I understand.

I couldn't focus, aching with need. At lunch, I finally gave in—my mouth on him, quick and desperate. He came fast.

I was stunned as his friend put his hand on my thigh and suggested I suck his cock. My husband agreed, and soon I was filled by his huge, stretching cock, moaning as they both watched. I came over and over, covered in his cum, feeling utterly possessed and euphoric.

Her warm body trembled beneath mine, a forbidden summer secret. My inexperienced thrusts met her eager hips; a boy’s curiosity swallowed by a woman’s hungry gasp. We finished breathless, drenched in sweat and stolen pleasure.

Her command hung in the air, a stark contrast to the restaurant’s formality. "Undress. Remember, I'm still your boss." The authority in her voice sent a jolt straight through me. I complied, my fingers fumbling with my suit, shedding the professional armor until I stood naked before her. Her appraisal was a cool, professional glance that burned. She knelt, her mouth a shocking, wet heat around my cock, her expertise undeniable.

His southern charm melted my resistance on the dance floor. His hands explored, claiming me to the last song. I led him home by his cock, tasting his sweet cum again and again until we collapsed, sweaty and spent, in a tangle of bliss.

You are a FUCKING BITCH... you destroyed our family because you hate the men you Can't control..

I wasnt supoused to look so much at my girlfriend´s brother

my husband and I went back for our high school reunion at the banquet hall of a hotel in town. We got a room, figuring we would be drinking and we could take advantage of the night away from the kids.

He pulled me into my own room, shutting the door softly.