He was white, tall, quiet. When he dropped his jeans at the end of their bed her husband saw what she’d brought home. Thick. Long. Already hard. Bigger than anything that bed usually saw.
The bedroom light was already on.
$name1 had told him to wait upstairs. $name1 had opened the front door in a dress and nothing else, glasses on, dark hair down, and walked the man straight through the house. He was white, tall, quiet. When he dropped his jeans at the end of their bed $name1’s husband saw what she’d brought home. Thick. Long. Already hard. Bigger than anything that bed usually saw.
$name1 didn’t look at her husband when she got on her knees.
$name1 took that big white cock into her mouth and sucked him in front of the marriage bed. Wet. Messy. $name1 tried to take more than she could and gagged, spit running down the shaft onto $name1’s fist, glasses looking up at the stranger while her husband sat in the chair by the wardrobe and watched. $name1 worked at it until her eyes watered. Then $name1 stood, lay back on their duvet, and opened her thick thighs.
He got between $name1’s legs and pushed into her in one long thrust.
$name1’s mouth opened. He filled $name1 in a way the room had not been filled. He started fucking $name1 in deep missionary on her own sheets, the wet slap of it filling the bedroom, the bedframe knocking the wall they’d painted together. $name1 came on him with her hands on his back and her glasses crooked, a broken sound she didn’t swallow. He fucked $name1 through it. He hooked one of $name1’s knees higher and went deeper, grinding when he bottomed out, $name1’s heavy tits moving with every stroke. $name1 came again, louder, looking at the ceiling, not at the chair.
He pulled out, dragged $name1 down the bed, and pushed back in from a steeper angle, folding $name1 open. $name1 told him not to stop. He didn’t. He used $name1 on the marriage mattress until $name1 was shaking and dripping onto the cotton. When he got close he dropped his weight onto $name1 and finished inside her in long, heavy pulses, pumping her full on the same pillows her husband slept on.
He pulled out.
$name1 stayed on her back on their bed with her dress around her waist, thighs still open, his cum already running out of $name1 onto the duvet in a thick line. $name1’s glasses were steamed. $name1’s chest was rising hard. The man stood at the end of the bed putting himself away. $name1’s husband was still in the chair.
$name1 didn’t close her legs. $name1 let her husband see it drip.