From Hottmom1975
I'm a Horny Housewife with a very particular set of skills! My pleasure comes from knowing I've completely pleasured a man in a way he never even imagined! Married men, neglected by their wives, have fantasies and cravings they only dream about. It would be a shame to let those big, hard cocks, become victims of neglect and know the only pleasure they get is from their imagination as they waste their sweet cum in the shower while their prude wives cook dinner. Dinner is not all he wants ladies!
It starts with eye contact, a little smile, the flirty attention you deny him. Then the conversations, followed by exchanging information and then some alone time with drinks. He tells how he loves his wife, but he also makes sure to mention all the things she does not do sexually. He talks about her as I remain silent and squat down in front of him. His cock is hard instantly. He keeps talking. I suck his cock with skills he never knew existed. His cum boiled in his balls before exploding into my hungry mouth. I locked eyes with his as I continue to suck and swallow every last drop. The hook is set. I've earned round 2.
Conversation and drinks turn to flowers and dinner. He wants more and I know it. I do too. I've stolen his soul, he thinks only of me now. I suck his cock, I lick his balls, a fuck his ass with my tongue. He begs to feel my pussy. My pussy sucks his cock in, massaging it like a machine. He only last seconds. He does not care that he is married, that we are family friends, coworkers, etc., his mind is overtaken by a primal lust. He fills my pussy with the cum she has failed to claim ownership of. It's mine now. It leaks from my pussy as I see her in the store, as I sit at work reading his texts, as I cook dinner for my husband.
Flowers and dinner turn to gold and diamonds. He spends more time and money on me in a week than he spends on her in a year. He is an addict. I am the d**g which controls him. He kisses her with the tongue that licks my pussy and explores deep into my ass. Little does she know the only time he lets her suck his cock is after he has just left from fucking me and it's still glistening wet with my juices. Our friends say she talks about how he never fucks her anymore. If she were more observant she would see the marks on his back from me digging my fingernails into him as he furiously fucks me like an a****l.
Even if she finds out, at this point it's too late. He is completely under the controlling power from the d**g of his addiction. She tells him to stop, he just fucks me more often. She leads him down the isle of matrimony, an hour after he drained his seed all over my ass.
But don't worry, I don't love him. I don't care where he sleeps at night, if he kisses you every morning, if he holds your hand at the park. No matter where he is or what he is doing, I know his mind is on me. His only thoughts are only of when.....IF.....he will get to fuck me again.
It's my game, I wrote the rules. I always win. And it's only over when I say it is.
It starts with eye contact, a little smile, the flirty attention you deny him. Then the conversations, followed by exchanging information and then some alone time with drinks. He tells how he loves his wife, but he also makes sure to mention all the things she does not do sexually. He talks about her as I remain silent and squat down in front of him. His cock is hard instantly. He keeps talking. I suck his cock with skills he never knew existed. His cum boiled in his balls before exploding into my hungry mouth. I locked eyes with his as I continue to suck and swallow every last drop. The hook is set. I've earned round 2.
Conversation and drinks turn to flowers and dinner. He wants more and I know it. I do too. I've stolen his soul, he thinks only of me now. I suck his cock, I lick his balls, a fuck his ass with my tongue. He begs to feel my pussy. My pussy sucks his cock in, massaging it like a machine. He only last seconds. He does not care that he is married, that we are family friends, coworkers, etc., his mind is overtaken by a primal lust. He fills my pussy with the cum she has failed to claim ownership of. It's mine now. It leaks from my pussy as I see her in the store, as I sit at work reading his texts, as I cook dinner for my husband.
Flowers and dinner turn to gold and diamonds. He spends more time and money on me in a week than he spends on her in a year. He is an addict. I am the d**g which controls him. He kisses her with the tongue that licks my pussy and explores deep into my ass. Little does she know the only time he lets her suck his cock is after he has just left from fucking me and it's still glistening wet with my juices. Our friends say she talks about how he never fucks her anymore. If she were more observant she would see the marks on his back from me digging my fingernails into him as he furiously fucks me like an a****l.
Even if she finds out, at this point it's too late. He is completely under the controlling power from the d**g of his addiction. She tells him to stop, he just fucks me more often. She leads him down the isle of matrimony, an hour after he drained his seed all over my ass.
But don't worry, I don't love him. I don't care where he sleeps at night, if he kisses you every morning, if he holds your hand at the park. No matter where he is or what he is doing, I know his mind is on me. His only thoughts are only of when.....IF.....he will get to fuck me again.
It's my game, I wrote the rules. I always win. And it's only over when I say it is.
8 years ago