He gave me this too intimate present. Am I ready?
It’s a so luxurious underwear. An impossible piece of silk, golden threads and pearls.
“Not golden! Made of pure gold. You have seen nothing like this before, right?” he said.
I looked at it with a serious grin, because I know what would follow next. Mmmm. Am I ready?
“It’s exquisite!” I said, meaning it. “And the top?”
“It’s without it. Only bottom. Topless.” He pointed out while sitting.
He was there, watching me while I was examining this little marvel.
Then I decided I was ready and took the first step and got nude myself under his watch. It was what he expected. I removed all of my clothes and wore only this exquisite piece. Fabric and oyster pearls. With just this exquisite bottom underwear on. A gift for a queen.
“Did you know this comes from the same store where Chinese ministers buy gifts for their mistresses? It’s worth every penny, right?” He bragged as always about his daring, but was right this time. He knows about the customs of high diplomacy. And I know he can be reckless in dangerous times. The sin of the youngsters.
I nodded. Indeed, it’s marvelous to wear it. I felt a queen, an important woman, with special powers on men.
I sat on the floor, giving my back to his full view. He enjoys seeing me naked. I covered my boobs with my hands, but let him see how the pearls from the garment fall down my crack, backside. He opened his fly. I know he got hard. I smiled at him.
Then, the man told me a spicy joke, and I laughed, amused. He is good at making me giggle.
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During the intercourse I was totally into the lovemaking. Business as usual. My mind and body both focused. I can no other way. Receiving him. Welcoming his strength, his thrust. The small violences I consent during his ritual invasion over me. The rough touches that guys usually put on girls. I don’t care, I just forget and ride.
But then he was like, “so, how is your husband?” Oh! Our kinky little game.
I had to wait a bit while before answering. Enjoying the carnal pleasures he provides, while weighting my best words to keep his titillation deep inside. It’s difficult but I must feed his kinks.
“Oh! He’s furious, very jealous!”, I replied finally, while moaning, “he called me a whore when I told him about us.”
He penetrated me stronger. My words got him harder that a blow job. I’m lying: a blow job helps too. Mine.
“And Nora, what did you reply to him?” My man asked me back while I was riding strongly, being impaled by him. Literally.
“Ah!…I said…Ah, ah!. I told him he can’t do anything to stop us….”.
He was impaling me strongly. Every time more passionately, if such a thing is possible. He loves this filth.
“And…Oh god, how good is this!… Don’t stop! I said to my useless hubby that I love your cock!…”, his flesh and mine were in strong friction, driving me crazy.
“Keep talking! Tell me more!” He commanded me.
“I’m about to cum!…Ah, ah! I told him he is useless and your cock is much better than his!”, I confessed and hide my mouth with my hand in shame. As after saying a terrible swearing.
Now this young man was seriously fucking me, actually violently. As a possessed. I couldn’t to breathe while being fucked.
“What else?!” He demanded to know, while he slapped my buttocks strongly, mercilessly. “Slut!”
Even when I am a small, petite woman, I was taking all of his fury. Keeping it well on my body. He did not stop storming over me in bed. He slapped my buttocks with all his strength, again and again. It itches me; it hurts me. I scream. I love it.
We changed position, no more riding by my side. I leaned my back on the bed. My hands were behind my neck, showing my full breasts for his pleasure. While he leaned my feet and legs over his shoulders. He has in total control over me, while I played my hotwife role. My man insisted, “How slut you are, Nora. And, what else your cuckold husband said?!” Did I left without words? Did I forget how to follow his game? No, of course not.
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“Hubby almost died of an impression when I confessed to him I am used to receiving your ardent love inside me.”
I know how much he loves this filth.
He was hard and furious and jealous, as if wanting to “kill” me with his hard cock alone. Fucking me as if he wanted to split me into two pieces with his hot flesh, hard like steel, stuck in my cunt. I will be full of bruises and suckers on my skin in the aftermath. It’s the fair price for my orgasms.
“And it’s very possible I’m pregnant because of that!”
Touché! He was surely cuming inside right in the moment. I know him. He was grunting, and I resumed my feverish pitch to help him with his last spurts.
“Yeah, baby. My husband got mad at me, you know? Don’t touch me! I told him. Don’t you dare to put a finger on me. And he didn’t. Because he fears you…Yes, he does.”
He was ecstatic. The man was spilling over inside my womb. To his last drop. “Oh, oh, this is so good!” He grunted while falling breathless on me. Empty and weak, taking refuge among my tits.
“Come here, baby. Come here with mommy”, I said, caressing the head of my lover. Welcoming him to his favorite personal shelter. Among my breasts. “Don’t let any drop of you off me,” I warned him. But no way about that. Indeed, his cock was well hooked to my pussy. Pumping the last drops, feeding my womb all he could. I checked his last efforts while caressing his soft balls: his muscles contracting and expanding slowly.
Until my body expelled his cock off as an overused piece of flesh. I closed my legs, wide shut as my mother had taught me once.
“Good boy”, I said, comforting him with the soft flesh of my breasts. We love all this, our dirty little game. My man had already stopped, exhausted, in my arms. It’s the moment for our little nap. Then we will think about what to do with this spicy, dangerous gift.
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