Only For You
"He’s leaving again," I whispered, more to myself than him. "Another business trip.’" A bitter laugh escaped me. But we both knew the truth now, thanks to him. My husband wasn’t closing deals, he was opening legs in cheap hotel rooms. You lean forward, eyes blazing with that familiar fire. "You deserve more. You deserve me." My breath hitched. We’d been doing this for years, stealing glances, brushing hands, hiding moans behind closed doors. Knowing I get to have him in my bed this weekend has me getting wet. With my husband packing down the hall, we had just enough time. I unzipped my top, letting my heavy breasts spill free. Reaching for your pants, pulling out your thick, throbbing cock. I take you deep into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as you groan, fingers tangled in my hair. “Cum on my face,” I purred, before swallowing him again. You erupt, thick ropes painting my lips, my cheeks, my chin. I turned, yanking my suit down enough to bare my ass, then sank onto your cock with a gasp. Wildly I rode until I spun around, letting my breasts bounce in your face. "I need to fill you." you say with a groan. "I'm going to cum and I want you to cum with me." My hips bucked slamming down on your thick cock until my thighs burned and my pussy convulsed around you. We came together, my juices soaking your thighs as your cum flooded my greedy pussy. A mess of sweat and wetness. As footsteps echoed down the hall, I whispered, “Stay in my bed this weekend.” Your grin said it all. You know that I'm Only For You.
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