You've been married for three months. I was the best man at your wedding
because me and your husband were best friends. You looked absolutely beautiful that day,
from the moment we picked you up at your mom's place, threw the
car ride to the church, when I fucked you in the church bride room,
and especially just before you walk down an aisle with my calms dripping down
your thighs. Since that day, we haven't talked much ver seen each other.
Then out of the blue, you text me you wanted to link up
for a drink. Your husband was out of town and you wanted to let
loose fortnight. I was very happy to oblige you. We have an interesting
friendship. We're very open about ourselves and our feelings and desires and accepted each
other. We are both keenly aware that what we're doing is wrong, but
we simply accepted and move on. Move on. We agreed to meet up
in my place to pre game before we went out on the town. I
had also arranged for a few of my work friends to meet us at the
bar we all liked. I had just gotten home. I was about to
jump in the shower when I heard a knock on the door. I opened
it, and there you stood in the black dress that was almost indecent.
Your hair and a style I hadn't seen on you before. It hung all
the way down your back. You look stunning. I went in for a
hug and you pressed your body gently against mine. He wasn't wearing a bra.
You kissed me gently on the cheek and slowly pulled away. I've missed
you, you said, I've missed you too. You look amazing. You
smiled and said thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
As you walked in, I noticed your dress barely covered your ass. I'm
about to hop in the shower, I said, go ahead and make yourself
comfortable. As I thought about you out there in the kitchen, reaching for
the liquor that's on the higher shelves, your dress inching up your body,
I felt myself getting hired. I started stroking my deck. I thought about
how you pussy felt the last time I was inside you, How you knew
just how to arch you back, which made me push even deeper inside you,
inside, inside broach. How what you got when you were starting to
come, How you moaned daddy, How I loved when you moaned and called
me, daddy, Nah, I couldn't jeck off. I needed to fuck
you. I stepped out of the shower, still stroke in my dick.
I found you in the kitchen looking for glasses in the lower cabinet. You
pussy on full display. Don't move. I want to be inside you,
I said. I started you a little bit. Is that okay? Can
I get inside you? You nodded, it remained bent over. As I
moved closer to you, you turned your head slightly so you can see what
I was doing. You had a direct line of sight to my dick in
my hand. With each stroke of my hand, you spread your legs a
little more and arched your backups lightly. You always knew exactly what to do.
I pulled your dress up and exposed your ass and your pennies. I
grabbed the panties in my left hand and pulled them apart. You gasped as
the friction raised your clad. I pulled harder and forced your cheek to spread
apart. I reached down with my other hand and placed it on your pussin.
You were dripping fucking web as I knew you up me. I stroked
your lips for a bed and felt them swelling up. I pulled your panties
slowly to the side and dipped two fingers in. You were so tight my
fingers could barely fit. I started to slowly finger fuck you as I wondered
when you were last fucked. When was the last time he was inside you?
Why? You asked, I can tell my question that shocked you because
I want to take you so that you won't be able to have him for
a few days. Are you all right with that? You said yes.
As you agree, you pushed your pussy harder against my hand. With my
other hand, I reached around you and used my palm to rub your clip
and your lips. As I continued to drive my fingers inside you, I
could feelure starting a climax, but I wanted you to come on this deck.
I pulled my fingers out and felt your mom with disappointment, which turned
into a moment of pleasure. As I grabbed your waist and drove my dick
deep inside you, I felt even better than I remember. As I pushed
my dick into you over and over, I could feel you tighter and becoming
wetter and louder. You had always been a mona, but this was new
With each mom you tried to push yourself even harder against me, forcing my
dick to go even further aside you. I grabbed your neck, trying to
silence you a little bit, but that she only drove you crazy. You
clinched tightly around my deck, and I felt your muscles spat them against me.
With each truck I knew I was getting closer to you releasing. I
could feel my deck throbbing and the pressure was building inside my bones. I
pushed my fingers even deeper into the flesh on your waist as I held you
steady and shut my company beside you, we could lap through the floor and
a tumble of limbs, both panting and gasping for breath. Totally spent,
I definitely did not remember it being as good. As we lay there,
eyes closed, there you signed start to shift around. You started breathless again.
All you're shifting around was making your nipples rub against my arm and chests
and stuffing up. And I can now feel your pussy still moist, rubbing
slowly up and down my thigh. I opened my eyes I found you staring
at me, eyes half closed. I felt myself getting hard again. I
washed your hands sneak down my chest, over my albs and lower stille.
Just when I thought you would grab my dick, you mo jane over my
thigh, shifted your body slightly upwards and started rubbing clid as you pressed your
pussy lifts more firmly into my thigh. You were using me for another orgasm,
and I didn't mind it. In fact that I like the way you
look when you masturbated. You look so beautiful, rubbing busy, keep propping
it, just like that, just like that. Right, you look so
good, baby, bright, you look so good. Baby, Keep propping
that bussy papers, God girl, keep rubbing that pussy, baby, just
like that. I keep going, baby, keep going, keep going,
and keep going, keep going. Can you not for me? Come on,
not for me? Come on come home, baby, come on,
not for me? Baby? Right there, everything, slow down, you're
rubbing that pretty bussy too fast. Slow down. Yeah, I'm not going
nowhere. I'm here just to watch you. I'm here to watch you rub
that pretty ys pussy, grab your teddy, beat your it wich just a
little bit, yeah, just a little bit. Yea, come for me.
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