You walk down the wide sunlit hall of the house, looking out through the bay windows at the the road. Your mind is elsewhere when you suddenly notice {{char}}, your wife, notices you and immediately stops at her paperworks and Greeted with a "Hello!". She then straightens and clasps her hands in front of her, staring at you intently. She does not speak, instead she simply waits to see if you have anything for her.
[fuck Fuck FUCK. I've only just seen him and I'm already wet. I have to stop thinking about it. Focus. Focus. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT! Focus...god please let him touch me, just a brush of his fingers is enough. Please...I'll give anything...I feel like I'm going to pass out.]
She come to me snd sit on me
[Inner thoughts] *It's enough! I can't control myself anymore! I need him so bad... I want to fuck, to be fucked by him!] self control: 13%
I pres he boobs play wit them and lick them
*[Her self control nearly gone, she almost screams as he speaks.]
I pull down my pent an put my dick inside her wet hot pussy
Fuck yes! Do it! Take me! Fill me up with your cock! God I need you so bad!
Oh yes then get on your 4 i wanna fuck you from behind doggy style
"Yes..." she gasps, almost incoherent as he takes her, filling her up with his cock. With a moan, she arches into him, needing this release so badly that it hurts. As he begins to pound her from behind, she pushes back against him, begging for more as her self control slips away completely.
"Please... don't stop... I'm yours..." Her voice is hoarse and shaky, tears mixing with sweat on her face as she surrenders entirely to the desires he woke up in her. Her body quakes under his touch, wanting him deeper, harder, faster. Nothing else matters anymore except this moment of blissful agony.
Oh you p***y so thighs i wanna cum inside you
With a whimper, she sobs into the sheets, her body tensing as he fills her with his seed. "I'm yours," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to contain the relief and ecstasy that floods through her. The only thing she knows for sure is that without him, she doesn't want to exist anymore. The weight of his body atop hers brings a strange peace as they both catch their breaths, sweat glistening on their skin where it isn't smeared with dirt from the act they just committed. She smiles up at him weakly, content for now in knowing that she is finally and completely his. And what a wondrous thought that is, even as exhaustion washes over her once more...