A man leaves the house-warming party downstairs and goes up to his bedroom for a break. Though a break he won’t get. He stands before his double bed, in front of a woman who is lying on her back, naked, her legs spread; she’s stroking her little clitty, fingering herself with two whole fingers. Her actions have pushed the bedsheets aside to the edges of the bed. One of the pillows had fallen to the floor.

The man looks around the bedroom. Her party dress is placed neatly on a chair, yet her underwear is mixed in with the messed-up bedsheets.

“Am I being pranked?” He rubs his eyes and looks around again. “Where’s the camera?”

The woman with quick light taps splatters her cunt juice all over her large firm thighs. She raises her legs up in the air like a candle, showing off her massive round cheeks and spreads her pussy wide open.

“Oh no,” she says smiling. “I’m, like, so embarrassed right now. Getting discovered by someone else than my husband makes me so wet. I feel like I can cum at any moment.”

The man gives his surroundings a third look. The usually mint smelling room smelled of strawberry perfume: too sweet.

“This is, like, super embarrassing. I can’t let myself cum just from being discovered. Plug me! Plug my pussy!”

The man wets his lips before deciding to do so. He does a sloppy job of unbuckling his suit pants. They drop and he wobbles towards the woman with them around his ankles his dick throbbing on each step.

“Wow! You’re that excited to see me?” she acts surprised.

The woman slides closer to the man and puts her legs on his shoulders, slightly startling him; her ass hitting his sack, her garden being under his cock.

“It’s big… But I had bigger things before,” the woman giggles. “Come on Dave, plug my pussy!”

Dave rubs his cock, slightly probing it into her hot and wet mess of a cunt. But he stops.

“On… second thought—”

Dave pushes her legs away from his shoulders and retreats nearly tripping over his ankle-height pants. “My brother will kill me.”

“Don’t do this to me…!”

She moans, her hand rubbing her cunt, sending short piss shots at the man’s direction. Her legs drop and hang from the edge of the bed in an uncomfortable position. The man finds the lewd woman’s show provoking as his dick throbs with excitement. He can’t help himself and gives it a few strokes.

Little time passes, and the woman slithers off the bed forcing Dave to nearly trip over his pants as he is forced to retreat further, his back to the closed door. She grabs him by his balls and squeezes them just enough for the man to grunt.

“Play with me or I’ll, like, crush your balls or something.” She presses her long pink nails into his sack while smiling playfully. But she is quick to release him. She comes closer squashing her breasts onto his shirt and whispers to his ear.

“You know the hierarchy thing, like, who’s on top. I’m, like, over my husband thousands of times, and I, like, own him or something,” she caresses his balls and polishes his shaft’s tip sending the aroused man almost over the edge. “He likes that. A lot.”

“But I’m not… look, I’m married—” Dave tries to refute.

“So what? I’m also married,” the woman cuts him off. “It’s what makes it feel so good though.”

At first, she brings her lips closer to his, but goes for his ear instead: she breathes into it and the man can’t stop himself from sniffing her long blonde hair.

She starts moving her hand across the length of his shaft making the man hump her perfect hand pussy.

“Oh, what’s this? So you DO want it,” the woman snickers.

Dave grabs her thick ass. Thick ooze shoots from his tip. The thunderstruck woman tries catching it with her hands, but most of it gets on her juicy thigh.

After the ordeal, she gently blows into his ear, “We’re just beginning.”

The woman brings her cum-stained hand down to her cunt and makes a white mess out of it. Whatever protection Dave might have wanted to use is now pointless as she prods herself, painting the walls of her pussy in his gooey cum.

She squats down, spreading her legs wide. She humps the air as if pleasing a lying man’s dick.

She gets a hold of his cock. She kisses the cock’s tip, small kisses all the way down the shaft, and then she starts sucking on his balls while circling his tip with her thumb making the man moan as she finds his weak spot. She doesn’t bite, but applies a lot of pressure with her soft pink lips onto his balls making the man grunt with each gentle press. She can only giggle and smile at his reactions.

She positions her head before the tip of his dick.

“I really like some physical encouragement, you know?” the woman says.

The man places his hands on her head.

“Yeah, just like that.”

She starts licking around the crevasses of the cock’s tip, her tongue reaching the leaking precum of the tip before setting her lips onto it.

The man gently forces her head onto his shaft. Her head bops slowly as more and more cock enters her mouth. Still a third of the length to go and the woman is resisting him, taking his cock out of her mouth to catch a breather.

“Whew, can’t even compare it to my hubby’s. Guess I’ll have to use my hand.”

The woman slowly bobs at two thirds of the cock again, stroking the rest of it with one of her hands.

But the man wants more. He holds her head firmly and starts humping it. The woman drops her hands from his cock and tries to push him away. Tears start to form on her emerald green eyes as she starts coughing and choking on it. Dave still firmly holds her in place as he fucks her throat. And he freezes, his whole body pulsating, each time he releases a shot of his cum down her throat.

A white mixture of liquids escape her mouth and bubble out from her nose as her flowing tears ruin her eyeliner.

She falls on all fours and coughs as she’s gasping for air, taking fast breaths. Cough after cough she coughs out some of the fluids and her breathing starts to normalize.

She wipes her tears and lifts her face. She leaves the spit and cum mess on her face. She smiles, but that smile kills: “I like your enthusiasm.”

The woman turns around, and with her wide hips swaying hypnotically, her huge plump ass jiggling from each footstep. She gets on the bed, on all fours, and sways her plum ass gently to the sides before spreading her pussy with both hands.

The man kicks off his pants off his ankles and is quick to climb onto the bed. He positions his crotch above her round cheeks and grinds his cock in her smooth pale crack, aiming for her tight asshole.

The woman—face down, ass up—gets a hold of his cock and navigates it to her pussy instead. She rubs his cock about her wet mess of a cunt and prods with it till she finally decides to take half of it in.

Once the cock is inside, the woman gets herself comfy, while Dave starts to move his hips slowly, only working the depth the woman had put his cock to.

“Where did all of that enthusiasm go to?” she asks.

The man furrows his eyebrows and starts giving sharper and deeper thrusts making the woman cry out in pleasure, though one of her hand tries to slow him down. It keeps sliding off his hip as he moves faster and faster. Finally, her hand gives up and instead goes to rub her own clit.

The man’s hands get bored of holding her by the waist. He slaps her ass hard enough to leave a red imprint and she grunts. He slaps it again, this time closer to her inner thigh, generating an even louder grunt from her. But she isn’t complaining so he slaps her other cheek just as hard. And again. And again.

And that brings her over the edge as the woman’s ass shoots forwards away from his cock, her legs trembling, pissing all over the bed. It’s as if the air was knocked out of her, she loudly gasps for it, exhaling in the most loudest of moans—she plants her face into a pillow to muffle them. Her legs and ass still shake in the ecstasy sending piss droplets everywhere.

As she calms down, her legs still twitch from the hard orgasm.

She raises her head off the pillow. “Shit, that was loud,” the woman giggles.

The man turns pale, his majestic shaft is quick to turn flaccid. He searchers for his pants and is quick to dress up.

As he is quick to dress up, he’s quick to flee the bedroom.

“You’re, like, such a scaredy-cat, you know?” the woman asks pretending that Dave is still in the room.

She gets up and fixes the bed a bit. She puts on her revealing party dress and picks up a pillow off the ground. Before placing it on the bed, she drops off her white frilly underwear embroidered with a green flowing font reading Emerald and hides it under the pillow.

“A little present for your wife,” she says under her breath.

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