SLIPPERY SINS 2
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I whimpered in pleasure as my husband pulled my hair. I was still sleeping, but I could feel his hands all over me.
I was lying on my stomach, so he pulled my ass up until I was on my knees and started eating my cunt like his life depended on it.
“Ahhh… mmm f**k yes,” I moaned, feeling my juices sliding down my thighs and all over his face.
He positioned me to sit on his face and I did, rolling my hips with pleasure. But when I opened my eyes, it wasn’t my husband beneath me.
It was Matt.
He smirked, licking his lips.
“Why are you surprised? You know you want this just as much as I do,” he said, tongue licking my clit in fast, teasing motions.
“Mmm f**k Matt… oh my god…” I gasped.
“I’m going to f**k you like the good girl you are. I haven’t f****d any other p***y since yours. For the past eight months, I’ve been dreaming of your little p***y,” he moaned.
Against better judgment, I let him get into my head. His mouth felt so good, I forgot my morals.
Ding ding ding!
The doorbell rang, waking me the f**k up.
“What the f**k…” I cursed, blinking the dream away.
I picked up my phone and saw three messages: one from my husband apologizing for last night, one from the girls’ group, and another from an unknown number.
I opened the last one.
“Hi, it’s Matt again. Just letting you know I’m here if you need anything.”
Fuck him.
My p***y clenched in response. No. Not a f**k me clench. Gosh.
I washed my face and mouth before heading downstairs. I don’t care who you are, I’m not leaving my room looking like a mess.
When I opened the door, there he was. Matt. Holding peonies. My favorite.
“For you,” he said, handing them over.
I took them silently.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
I nodded and opened the door wider. I was only wearing my thin satin nightgown, and between my legs was already damp and slick.
We sat on the couch, casually pretending to watch TV.
“Care for anything?” I asked.
“Only you,” he replied without hesitation.
My p***y clenched again.
“Don’t say things like that.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, eyes locked on my lips.
I rolled my eyes, and out of the corner of my gaze, I saw his c**k jerk beneath his jeans.
It kept pulsing, thick and heavy, and I couldn’t look away.
“I care about you. I don’t enjoy watching you suffer like this. Your husband will never find out,” he whispered, rubbing my arms.
He took my hand and placed it on his hard d**k.
God, I remembered it all too well. That thick length, eleven inches long and three inches wide, stretching me perfectly.
“Tell me if I look, I won’t see your p***y already dripping,” he whispered.
Fuck it.
Against better judgment, I let him slide his hand between my thighs, cupping my soaked p***y through the thin fabric.
“Oh yes… ahhh… mmm. You’re so wet for me already,” he moaned.
Yes. Wet from the dream
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered.
He kissed me hungrily and I let him taste every crevice of my mouth, resisting the urge to hold his huge c**k.
He pulled down one strap of my nightdress, exposing my breast, then immediately pulled my n****e into his warm mouth.
“Aaahhh yes… Matt…” I moaned loudly.
He brushed his thumb over the other n****e, teasing and circling until I arched into him.
“Ahh… mmm… yesss,” I gasped as his fingers slipped into my folds.
One finger. Then two. He curled them into my g-spot and began thrusting in and out.
“Oh god… right there… f**k…” I whimpered.
His mouth moved from my n*****s to my lips, kissing me while his hand kept working my p***y.
I spread my legs wider, panting, helpless as my ex finger f****d me on my husband’s couch.
“Want me to stop?” he asked, voice rough.
I shook my head desperately.
He pulled me onto the couch fully and lowered his mouth to my p***y.
His tongue was fast, firm, and unrelenting, flicking against my clit while his fingers stayed deep inside me.
“Ahhh f**k yes Matt… oh my god don’t stop…” I cried.
He licked me open, then sucked hard on my clit.
“f**k… ohhh yesss… mmm god,” I moaned.
He didn’t stop until I came hard, my body trembling, p***y gushing all over his face.
I sighed, breathless, but I wasn’t done.
I slid off the couch onto my knees, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his c**k.
Huge. Hard. Beautiful.
I wrapped my lips around the head and pushed down my throat until I gagged.
“Yesss… mmm f**k… I miss that f*****g mouth of yours, my little slut,” he groaned and spanked my ass.
My p***y throbbed. Dirty words were my weakness. They Undid me.
I kept sucking his c**k at slow pace, teasing and torturing him.
“Here… let me give you a good mouth f**k,” he said, grabbing my hair in a fist and thrusting deep into my throat.
Sloppy sounds filled the room, fast and wet suction, choked gasps, and his ragged moans.
“Take that, my little slut. You love it,” he growled.
I took it all.
His c**k pulsed in my mouth as I swallowed every inch like the good girl I used to be for him.
He groaned, cursed, and then came down my throat in hot, thick spurts. I swallowed every drop.
“Your mouth is the best. But I’m not done with you yet,” he said, lifting me up.
He carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed, crawling over me with hunger in his eyes.
He positioned me on top of him in a 69.
I moaned loudly as his tongue met my soaked p***y again, licking and sucking like a man starving.
He devoured every drop, his tongue exploring every crevice while his fingers joined in again.
“Ohhh god… Matt… right there… yes yes yes,” I moaned, stroking his c**k while taking it into my mouth again.
“You taste even better than I remembered. I miss this tight little p***y,” he groaned, tongue flicking my clit with expert pressure.
His fingers curled into my g-spot again.
“Ahhh… oh f**k… yes baby please don’t stop…” I whimpered.
He sucked my clit hard.
I cried out, nails clawing the sheets as I gushed on his face.
I moaned around his c**k, lips slurping and tongue teasing.
“Yesss baby… take it all. Such a dirty little mouth,” he growled, f*****g my throat slow and deep.
“Ahhh Matt… ohhhh f**k I’m going to come again,” I moaned against his c**k.
“Good girl. Come for me, my good little slut. So f*****g good for me,” he groaned, voice thick with need.
My orgasm slammed into me. Body trembling. Legs shaking. My p***y clenched around nothing, wet and raw.
I collapsed on top of him, breathless, ruined.
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