Fúck You, Ex-husband (4)
“Yes, yes,” I panted, trying to lift myself onto my elbows to watch the way Andre’s thick cõck pushed into me. My arms trembled from the effort, my body overwhelmed, but I needed to see it. I needed to watch him take me.
“This is one hungry pússy,” Andre said, his voice dark with satisfaction as he slammed in deeper, his cõck moving fast and hard.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was on the upper deck of a cruise ship, my fat legs spread wide, held up by two strangers, while a third man fúcked me like he had every right to. My whole body rocked with each thrust. I had no control. I didn’t want any. I just wanted more.
Andre fúcked me for minutes that felt like hours. I lost all sense of time. Then he pulled out suddenly, and for the first time, I looked
