I pulled his length out and stroked his cock again as I rolled his balls around my mouth. A tad bit more precum streamed out.
“Has it been a while?”
“Please, I wasn’t-” He started to protest but trailed off when I took his whole length back down my throat once again.
I gazed up at him, a hum in my throat and my nose buried against his flesh.
He let out a small, “Yes.”
I pulled out his shaft and gave the tip a kiss, “Well, that’s just a shame.” I unbuttoned his pants and roughly yanked them and his boxers down around his ankles. Then I stood up, wrapped my long fingers around his cock and pulled him to the bed. I scooted by butt up onto the mattress and wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles together.
I grabbed him by the shirt and yanked his face down to mine, “Fuck me.”
He glanced back to the door and as if on cue Stan yelled out, “I love you honey! We’ll be fine!”
“Now!” I squeezed my legs and forced him into my soaking wet box.
His reluctance melted away as my soft flesh enveloped him. In no time, he was rapidly pounding away on his own. I closed my eyes for a moment and saw that Kalif’s smoky, powerful eyes were there staring into me as I was being fucked by this strange man.
Anything to please him.
He pulled off a glove and massaged my breast barehanded. I could feel the cold metal of a wedding ring against my flesh. His hands eagerly explored my chest and the look on his face told me that whoever he had at home either didn’t let him touch her or didn’t have large breasts.
Either way, he had finally decided to give in to me and enjoy himself. He leaned down to greedily suck on my nipples when he suddenly grunted and tensed up.
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