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SEXY FILTH

8 KINKY TALES

Ashley Embers

Copyright 2018 by Ashley Embers

DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

A HARSH THREESOME

SHE NEEDS IT BAD

A SEXY COLLEGE ADVENTURE

GETTING NAUGHTY AT THE DROP OF A HAT

A DIRTY SMOKING LADY

CRAVING MONSTER COCK

ALL NIGHT POUNDING

IN LOVE WITH A HORNY MILF


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A HARSH THREESOME

Hanna, a stunning blonde with a thin, lithe, rock-hard body honed in the gym on a daily basis, is standing in the living room talking to her husband Greg, an equally fit, ex-college athlete with a full head of brown hair and an angular, attractively rugged face. Both are in their early thirties and both look great for their age. They’ve been married for 11 years, each of which has been better than the last.

There are many reasons for their continued marital success, including a complete openness with one another and an us-against-the-world attitude. But the biggest factor is their willingness to engage in deviant, perverted sexual acts; not only with each other, but involving third (and sometimes even fourth or fifth) parties.

Over the years, they have participated in many types of different sexual scenarios, sometimes setting them up themselves and sometimes letting others do the planning. But recently they have stumbled upon a game they like to play more than any other, the specifics of which they are discussing at this very moment in the living room of their immaculately furnished 3-bedroom house in the suburbs.

“Are you sure Kristina’s up for this?” Hanna says.

“Positive,” Greg replies. “I’ve been setting it up for weeks. She’s totally into me. I’ve had to fight her off with a stick for the last couple of days. She’s just waiting for you to leave.”

“And you’re certain it’ll go the way we want?”

“Positive,” Greg says. “You know me. I have a knack for these things.”

“You do indeed,” Hanna says. “That’s why I love you so much.”

She steps into him and sticks her tongue into his mouth. He returns the kiss and they make out, each more excited than usual. They’ve done this sort of thing before, of course, but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

Hanna breaks off the kiss and grabs Greg’s cock, gripping it beneath his pants. “I see that you’re already hard with anticipation.”

Greg runs his fingers under Hanna’s skirt and rubs her pussy over her panties. “And I see that you’re already wet.”

“You know I like the sort of thing as much as you do.”

“Which is why I love you so much.”

They smile at each other, their faces conveying genuine emotion.

“Now go,” Greg says, slapping Hanna on the ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

 

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Five minutes later, Hanna pulls her car out of the garage and closes the garage door behind her. Two minutes after that there’s a knock on their front door. Greg looks through the peephole, just to be sure.

It’s Kristina. She’s wearing a slinky, lacy, black top and a jean skirt, with lots of makeup and her hair done up. Her intentions are obvious.

Greg answers the door, opening it and hustling Kristina into the house and quickly closing the door behind them, acting like they’re worried about getting caught.

Kristina is a 20-year old girl college student that lives down the street who’s home for the summer. She’s a cute little long-haired brunette with a thin frame, small but perky tits, a great ass, and legs that didn’t quit. But more importantly, the word around the neighborhood is that not only is she a total slut, but that she just adores older men. Which is why Greg and Hanna chose her for their little game.

“Are you sure your wife is gone for the whole day?” Kristina asks Greg as he leads her up the stairs to the bedroom, not wasting any time.

“Positive,” Greg says. “We’ve got at least three hours until she comes home. And I’m planning on using all of them.”

Kristina giggled and grabbed his ass as they climbed the stairs.

“Are you sure you can last that long?” Kristina asks.

“I’m like the energizer bunny,” Greg says, looking back at her. “I keep going, and going, and going . . .”

“I certainly hope so,” Kristina says as they come to the top of the stairs. “Because I’ve haven’t had a good fucking since I’ve been back from college. All the boys around here are lame.”

 

#

 

Thirty seconds later they’re in the bedroom. Greg’s pants are around his ankles and Kristina is on her knees, with one hand gripping the base of his cock and her lips wrapped around the tip.

“Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” Kristina asks, taking a moment to slip it out of her mouth.

“I fucking love it,” Greg says, his head cocked a little sideways, listening.

And sure enough, a few moments later, the sound of the front door opening and then closing is audible throughout the house.

Kristina quickly pulls her mouth off Greg’s cock and looks up at him.

“Who’s that?” she whispers.

“It must be Hanna,” Greg says, acting surprised.

“I thought you said she was gone for the day?” Kristina whispers desperately.

“She was supposed to be,” Greg whispers back. They can hear the sounds of Hanna rummaging around downstairs. Marks pulls his boxers and pants back up and buttons them.

“What do we do?” Kristina asks.

“Nothing,” Greg replies. “She probably just forgot something. She’ll be back out the door within seconds.”

But immediately after the words leave Greg’s mouth Hanna calls out to him.

“Greg? Greg, honey, have you seen my cell phone?”

“I think it’s downstairs,” Greg calls out. Kristina is still on her knees on the floor, looking frightened and nervous.

“I can’t find it,” Hanna says. “I think I may have left it in our room.”

Kristina curses under her breath and starts to climb to her feet.

“No, it’s not in here,” Greg calls out.

“I’m pretty sure it is,” Hanna says. The sound of her footsteps on the hardwood stairs is audible. “I’m coming up to check.”

“What do I do?” Kristina says, panicked.

“Go hide in the closet,” Greg says quickly.

“But what if she looks for her phone in there?” Kristina says.

“She won’t,” Greg replies, forcing himself not to smile. He gives Kristina a little push in the direction of the closet. “Now go! Hurry!”

Kristina quickly moves to the other side of the room and scrambled into the walk-in closet and closes the door behind her.

No more than five seconds later, Hanna enters the room. She has a curious little smile on her face and she gives Greg a wink. He winks back and returns her smile.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen it in here?” Hanna asks Greg, her tone not reflecting her knowledge of the situation.

“Positive,” Greg says. “I’ve looked everywhere.” He flicks his head towards the closet.

“Is she in there?” Hanna mouths without saying the words aloud.

Greg nods.

“I think I left it in my pants yesterday,” Hanna says aloud.

“In the bathroom?” Greg asks.

“No,” Hanna replies. “In the closet.”

“They’re not in there,” Greg says, grinning widely all the while.

“Of course they are,” Hanna says. “I hung them up yesterday after I wore them.”

“Are you sure?” Greg says. “I thought you put them in the laundry already.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hanna says, moving towards the closet. “I know right where I put them.”

“Wait,” Greg says, more loudly than necessary, still playing the part for Kristina’s benefit. “I think I saw your phone downstairs.”

“Why are you acting so funny?” Hanna says, putting her hand on the closet door handle in an attempt to ramp up Kristina’s anxiety. “Is there something in the closet you don’t want me to see?”

“No,” Greg says, barely able to keep from cracking up. “It’s nothing like that.”

Hanna lets the silence build for a few moments, then says, “Bullshit. What the fuck did you stash in there? Your fucking girlfriend?”

“No,” Greg says, his smile larger than ever. He’s practically giddy with excitement. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“If I’m being ridiculous, then it doesn’t matter if I open this closet, does it?” Hanna says, turning the handle but not opening the door yet. She wants to make Kristina sweat it for a little while longer.

“If that’s what you want to do,” Greg says.

“You really don’t care?” Hanna says, opening the door just a little bit.

“Not at all,” Greg says.

Hanna closes the door and lets go of the handle. “Well, in that case, maybe I should look somewhere else for my phone. I don’t I left it in my pants anyway.”

“Like I said, whatever you want,” Greg says.

“I think I may have put my pants in the bathroom after all,” Hanna says. “Can you go take a look for me?”

“Sure,” Greg replies. “Which pants did you say they were in?”

“My black jeans,” Hanna says.

“Okay, I’ll check,” Greg says, not making a move.

“Go!” Hanna whispers, waving Greg away. She wants the situation to play out as real as possible to fool Kristina. If she realizes it’s a setup that’ll take some of the fun away. “And wipe that smile off your face!” she adds, whispering that too.

Greg turns and walks into the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to stop grinning. Meanwhile, Hanna again grabs ahold of the door handle and opens the door to the walk-in closet.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding in here,” she says under her breath, flipping on the light to reveal two legs protruding from the bottom of Greg’s shirts.

Hanna spreads the shirts apart, revealing Kristina. She’s got a scared look on her face and tears are dripping down her face.

“Well, what the fuck do we have here?” Hanna says, staring down at Kristina. “You’re that girl from down the street, right?”

Kristina nods.

“Kristina, right?”

Kristina nods again.

“Care to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my closet?” Hanna asks, her voice harsh.

Kristina shakes her head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” Hanna says. She grabs Kristina by the hair and uses it to pull the younger girl out of the closet. “Come on, you little slut. Time to pay the piper.”

Hanna drags Kristina out of the closet and into the bedroom.

“On your knees,” Hanna says to Kristina. “Right here, in the middle of the floor.”

Kristina does as she’s told.

Two seconds later, Greg walks in. “Uh-oh,” he says, trying to look and sound dismayed.

“Uh-oh is right,” Hanna says. “What about you, Greg? Do you feel like explaining what’s going on here?”

“Well, uh—” Greg starts.

“Just shut the fuck up,” Hanna says. “Nobody has to explain anything. It’s pretty fucking obvious what’s going on here.”

“Listen, Hanna,” Greg says. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure it’s not,” Hanna replies. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”

“I thought you were out for the day,” Greg says, dropping his head.

“You thought wrong,” Hanna snaps back.

“Listen, I just—”

“Zip it,” Hanna says, pointing at Greg. “I’ll deal with you later. First I’m going to deal with her. She turns her attention to Kristina, who is still sitting on her knees on the floor, sniffling, trying to stem the tide of her tears. “What about you, Kristina? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry?” Kristina says, framing it like a question.

“You aren’t yet,” Hanna says, still holding onto Kristina’s hair. “But you will be. You’ll be very sorry.”

“You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?” Kristina asks.

“I guess that depends,” Hanna says.

“On what?”

“On you.”

“What do you mean?”

“The choice is yours,” Hanna says, “I can either drive you back home and tell your parents exactly what happened here, or we can dole out your punishment right here, right now.”

“What kind of punishment?” Kristina asks.

“Whatever I deem appropriate,” Hanna says.

Kristina nods her head. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’ll accept your punishment.”

“Are you sure?” Hanna says. “Once we get started, you won’t be able to change your mind.”

“I’m sure,” Kristina says. “Do you worst to me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Hanna says, smiling like a demon. “We will. But first I want to get a few things straight in my head. Who started this whole mess?”

“It was all her,” Greg says.

“Is that true?” Hanna asks Kristina

“No,” Kristina says.

“No? So you came over here to fuck my husband against your will? Did Greg force you to come over here?”

“Well, no,” Kristina says. “But he started it. He approached me first.”

“Of course he did,” Hanna says. “He’s a man. They all think with their dicks. That doesn’t mean you can’t tell him no.”

“I tried,” Kristina says.

“Obviously not too hard,” Hanna says.

“She practically begged for it,” Greg says. “She came over here every time you left the house, trying to get me to let her in.”

Hanna looks at him for a moment before turning her attention back to Kristina. “Is that right?” she asks.

Kristina just shrugs.

“Yeah, I bet you did,” Hanna says, her attention still on Kristina. “You’re just a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

Kristina shrugs again. A defiant little smile has worked its way onto her lips. She’s obviously given up trying to play the innocent girl.

“You love cock, don’t you?” Hanna says.

Kristina nods.

“And you want my husbands cock, don’t you?”

Kristina nods again.

“That’s what I thought,” Hanna says. Pointing at Greg, she says, “You, drop your pants and pull your cock out.”

Greg does as he’s told, trying to act dismayed even though his rock-hard cock is betraying his true feelings.

“So you want my husband’s cock, huh? Then here,” Hanna says, pushing Kristina’s head towards Greg’s cock, which is harder than ever. “Start fucking sucking on it then you little slut. Show me what you can do.”

Still holding onto Kristina’s hair with one hand, Hanna circles around so she’s behind the younger girl. With her free hand, she yanks Kristina’s arms back and holds them in place behind her back.

“You like it when men use all your holes, don’t you?” Hanna says, pushing Kristina’s head forward and back, forcing her to suck Greg’s cock. “That’s right, you little slut. Suck my husbands fucking cock.”

Hanna gets more aggressive, pushing and pulling Kristina’s head off of Greg’s cock with more force and speed with every passing second. It isn’t long before Kristina is gagging and coughing, with spittle running down her chin and onto the floor. But Hanna doesn’t let up, pushing Kristina’s head further and further forward until she’d nearly taking all of Greg’s cock with every thrust.

After a good thirty seconds of constant sucking, Hanna holds Kristina’s head in place with Greg’s cock deep inside her mouth for a few beats before letting off, giving Kristina a chance to breathe.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Hanna says to Kristina. “What do you think, Greg? Does she know what she’s doing?”

“She sure as hell does,” Greg says.

Looking up at Greg, Hanna says. “What do you say we see how good she is a deepthroating?”

“I say that sounds like a great idea,” Greg says, smiling.

Hanna smiles up at him. “Yeah, I think so too,” she says.

“What do you think about that?” Hanna says to Kristina. “Does that sound like a good idea to you?”

Still controlling Kristina’s head with her hand, Hanna forces Kristina’s head to move up and down as though she’s nodding.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that,” Hanna says. “Now open wide.”

Kristina does as she’s told.

Hanna spits in Kristina’s mouth then pushes on the back of her head, forcing Kristina to take Greg’s cock in her mouth once again. But this time, instead of pulling it back Hanna continues pushing until Greg’s entire cock disappears inside Kristina’s mouth.

Releasing Kristina’s arms, Hanna uses both hands to push on the back of Kristina’s head, holding her in place with her nose against Greg’s belly and his cock deep in her throat. Kristina coughs and gags but Hanna doesn’t let up. Kristina gags again and tries to pull away but Hanna doesn’t let her, continuing to hold her in place, forcing her to deepthroat Greg.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hanna asks mockingly. “I didn’t say you were done yet.”

Kristina gags yet again, deeper this time—a deep, ragged sound—and her chest heaves as she desperately tries to pull away. But Hanna still isn’t done. She holds Kristina in place for another five seconds before finally letting go.

Kristina’s head snaps back and she gasps for breath while saliva drips down out of her mouth and onto her chest. Her eyes are watering, making her mascara run.

Hanna still has a hold of Kristina’s hair and uses it to yank her head around in loose circles before pulling sharply on it, forcing Kristina’s chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure. Kristina lets out a sharp yelp.

“Oh, the poor little slut can’t handle playing with the big boys,” Hanna says, laughing. She bends down until her face is directly above Kristina’s. “I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to start blowing my husband you stupid little cunt.”

Hanna slaps Kristina in the face, eliciting a flinch and another yelp from the smaller, younger girl.

“Oh, you didn’t like that, did you?” Hanna says, laughing some more.

Kristina shakes her head from side to side.

Hanna slaps her again. “Well, now you know how I feel when I saw your slutty little ass in that closet.”

Hanna releases Kristina’s hair and spins her entire body around so she’s facing away from Greg. Looking up at Greg, who’s still standing above both of them, Hanna says, “What do you say? Should we let her off the hook with just a warning?”

“It’s up to you,” Greg says.

Hanna pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nah,” Hanna says. “I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet.” She pushes down on Kristina’s shoulders, forcing the smaller girl onto her hands and knees. “Now you’re going to see what happens to bad little sluts when they fuck the wrong man.”

Hanna drops down to her knees directly behind Kristina She flips Kristina’s skirt up over her back, revealing Kristina’s tiny little ass, covered up only by a black g-string. Hanna yanks the g-string to the side, putting Kristina’s shaved pussy on display.

“Holy crap,” Hanna says to nobody in particular. “You’re pussy is soaking wet you dirty little slut. You love this shit, don’t you?”

Kristina reluctantly nods her head.

“You actually enjoy getting treated like shit, right?”

Kristina nods her head again.

Hanna smacks her on the asscheek. “What about that?” Hanna asks. “Do you like that too?”

Kristina nods.

“Say it,” Hanna says, smacking her other cheek. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it,” Kristina says, although not all that convincingly.

“I don’t believe you,” Hanna says, smacking her again, harder this time. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”

“I love it,” Kristina says, louder and more vigorously.

“Close,” Hanna says, smacking her ass yet again. “But you’re still not quite there.”

“I love it!” Kristina says, practically screaming the words as Hanna continues smacking her ass, one cheek and then the other, making them shine bright red while Greg looks on with a vague little smile on his face. “I love it! I love it! I fucking love it!”

“That’s better,” Hanna says, smacking Kristina’s ass one last time before stopping. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes,” Kristina says between deep breaths as she tries to recover.

“Do you?” Hanna says. “Because I don’t. Not even close. We’ve still got a long ways to go, missy.” She points her finger at Greg. “You. Over here. On your knees in front of her.”

Still smiling, Greg does as he’s told, his hard cock mere centimeters from Kristina’s mouth.

“Now fuck her face while I work on her pussy,” Hanna says.

“Gladly,” Greg replies, grabbing ahold of Kristina’s head and holding it in place as he thrusts his hips forward, slipping his cock into her mouth.

Hanna drops to her knees and slips two fingers into Kristina’s shaved, dripping wet pussy. They slide in easily, with very little resistance.

“You really do love this, don’t you?” Hanna says, laughing under her breath. Sitting perpendicular to Kristina, she works her fingers into Kristina’s pussy without mercy, slamming them in and out as quickly as she can while Greg continues to fuck Kristina’s face.

“Answer me,” Hanna says, sliding a third finger into Kristina’s pussy.

Kristina mumbles something as best she can with Greg’s cock still working in and out of her mouth.

“I can’t hear you,” Hanna says, slamming her fingers even more aggressively into Kristina’s pussy.

“Yes,” Kristina manages to somehow say even though Marks cock is still in her mouth.

“You can take even more, can’t you?” Hanna asks.

“Yes,” Kristina manages again.

Hanna slips a fourth finger into her pussy, forcing it in despite the tight fit, and continues banging away.

Kristina lets out a deep groan but Greg just takes the opportunity to jam his cock deeper into her mouth. He holds it there, deep in Kristina’s throat, while Hanna holds her fingers as far as they’ll go into Kristina’s pussy, also holding them there.

Kristina shimmies and shakes from the double-ended deep penetration but there’s nowhere for her to go.

“Take it,” Hanna says, punctuating the words with another slap to Kristina’s ass. “Take it like the dirty little slut you are.”   

  And take it Kristina does, still gagging and moaning behind Greg’s cock but not fighting so hard to get away.

“That’s a good girl,” Hanna says, sliding her fingers out of Kristina’s pussy just as Greg slips his cock out of her mouth. “You’re ready for the next step.”

As Kristina fights to recover, Hanna grabs her by the hair and spins her around so that her ass is now facing Greg. Kristina still hasn’t fully caught her breath when Hanna jams her fingers into Kristina’s mouth.

“Do you know where those just were?” Hanna asks, taunting Kristina. “They were jammed into your pussy.”

Kristina gags, but whether it’s from the thought of tasting her own pussy or because Hanna has jammed her fingers so deep into her throat that’s causing it. Not that it matters all that much, because Hanna has her own ideas on the matter.

“Oh, you don’t like that, huh?” Hanna says. “Well too fucking bad, bitch. You brought this onto yourself. Now lick those fingers clean of your juices while by husband fucks your pussy from behind.”

Hanna looks up at Greg and nods her head. Greg’s smile widens and he scoots his body forward until he’s sidled up to Kristina. Then he slips his cock into her pussy.

Greg hammers away at Kristina, fucking her from behind while Hanna continues to hold her fingers in Kristina’s throat.

“Fuck her good,” Hanna says. “Pummel that pussy with your fucking cock. Give it to her deep and hard, just like she likes it.” Hanna slides her fingers out of Kristina’s mouth. “That is how you like it, right?”

Kristina nods.

Hanna gives her a mildly threatening look, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes.

“Yes,” Kristina says between moans of pleasure. “That’s how I like it. Hard and deep.”

“See?” Hanna says, looking up at Greg. “Straight from her own mouth. You heard the girl. Give it to her like you mean it.”

Greg’s grin grows wider and he starts pumping his hips harder and faster, his groin slamming up against Kristina’s tight little ass, pushing her body forward every time they come together.

The sounds of sex fill the room—the wet smacking of flesh, grunts and groans and moans and heavy breathing.

“There you go,” Hanna says to Greg. “I always knew you had it in you. It just took a dirty little slut to bring it out of you.” She rises up and leans forward and sticks her tongue into Greg’s mouth and the two of them make out while Greg continues fucking Kristina from behind.

After breaking off the kiss, Hanna positions herself so she’s on her knees in front of Kristina. “Are you ready for the next stage in your punishment?” she asks Kristina.

“Yes,” Kristina answers between deep, gasping breaths.

“Very good,” Hanna says. “You answered without even being told this time. You’re progressing nicely.”

“Thank you,” Kristina says.

“Now it’s time for the master class,” Hanna says, pulling her own shirt and then bra off, revealing perfectly round, incredibly perky tits which are obviously fake but tastefully done. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Kristina answers.

Smiling, Hanna grabs ahold of the back of Kristina’s head with both of her hands, and simultaneously pulls Kristina’s head forward while leaning in towards her, smashing Kristina’s face up against Hanna’s flesh, right in between her tits.

With Hanna’s arms wrapped around Kristina’s head, she hold Kristina in place against her, smothering the younger girl with her flesh while Greg continues hammering away at her pussy from behind.

Ten seconds later Hanna releases Kristina, giving the younger girl a chance to breathe. Hanna allows Kristina two deep gulps of air before pushing down on the younger girl’s shoulders, forcing her head to the carpet.

“Get your head down,” Hanna says, angling Kristina’s face so half of it is pressed up against the carpet before climbing to her feet. “Right there. That’s right. Just like that. Stay right there.”

As Greg continues pummeling Kristina relentlessly from behind, not letting up at all, Hanna slips her sandals off then puts her foot on Kristina’s head, pressing down on it, keeping flush against the carpet.

“Slap her ass,” Hanna says to Greg. “Punish that dirty little slut while you fuck her.”

Greg obliges, smacking Kristina’s ass cheek with an open palm until it’s bright red.

“Okay, I’m sick of being on the outside looking in,” Hanna says, slipping out of her jeans, revealing a red g-string. “Time to get more involved.”

“Go for it,” Greg says, pausing for a little break but keeping his cock planted deep in Kristina pussy. “Show her what it’s like to play with the big kids.”

“I’m planning on it,” Hanna says, dropping down to her knees with her shins on the floor. She drops her pussy on Kristina’s head and rubs it back and forth. But that’s not enough for her.

“Something’s missing,” Hanna says to Greg. “We’re still taking it too easy on her.” She thinks for a moment, then sees her shirt on the floor. “Aaaahhhh,” she says, reaching over and grabbing the shirt. “I’ve got it.”

Still sitting atop Kristina’s head, Hanna lays the shirt across Kristina’s shoulders, then grabs the younger girls arms and wrenches them backwards until they’re folded behind her back, her wrists crossed over at the small of her back.

Kristina lets out a little yelp.

“Oh, you didn’t like that?” Hanna says mockingly. “Well too fucking bad. You should have thought about that before you decided to try and fuck my husband. Now shut up and take it.” Hanna turns her attention to Greg. “Hold her arms there,” she says.

Greg does as he’s told, keeping his cock inside Kristina but not moving for the time being.

“Did I tell you to stop fucking her?” Hanna says.

“No,” Greg replies. If he’s bothered by being bossed around like that he makes no indication. In fact, from the little smile perched on his face, it seems like he enjoys it.

“That’s right,” Hanna says. “I didn’t. So start up again.”

Greg obliges, working his cock in and out of Kristina’s pussy more aggressively than ever while continuing to hold onto her arms.

“That’s better,” Hanna says. She grabs the shirt and wraps it around Kristina’s wrists in a complicated pattern, binding them together behind Kristina’s back, incapacitating them.

“There we go,” Hanna says, obviously satisfied. “Now we can get to work on this little slut for real.”

Riding Kristina’s head once again, Hanna leans forward and starts making out with Greg while he continues fucking Kristina from behind.

“You like fucking this little slut, don’t you?” Hanna says after breaking off the kiss. Her face is mere centimeters from Greg’s.

Smiling, Greg nods.

“That’s good, because I like watching you fuck her,” Hanna says. “But I can’t help but think we’re still being too easy on her.”

“I agree,” Greg says.

“What do you think?” Hanna says. “Should you stick your cock in her tight little asshole?”

Greg nods vigorously.

“Yeah?” Hanna says. “Do you want to fuck her ass?”

“Very much so,” Marks says.

“I’d ask Kristina if that’s okay with her,” Hanna says. “But it doesn’t really matter, does it? Because we’re going to do it anyway. But first, we need to get it ready.”

Keeping her pussy on top of Kristina’s head, Hanna leans down further, takes one of Kristina’s asscheeks in each hand, and opens them up, exposing her tight little asshole.

“You hold these open,” Hanna says to Greg. “I’ll get her warmed up.”

Greg takes over, spreading Kristina’s asscheeks with his hands while Hanna sticks the middle finger of her right hand into her mouth. Once it’s good and lubed up with her saliva, Hanna slides her middle finger into Kristina’s asshole.

Kristina lets out a little shriek.

“Again, I don’t care,” Hanna says while working her finger into Kristina’s asshole while Greg continues fucking her pussy. “If you play with the bull you get the horns. Next time maybe you’ll think about what you’re doing before you play with another woman’s husband. Now shut your mouth and take it.”

After Hanna loosens up Kristina’s asshole with one finger, she lets a trail of saliva drop out of her mouth and into the crack of Kristina’s ass and watches it run down the edge of her ass and into her anus. Hanna uses this extra spit to slip her index finger into Cindys asshole, making it two total.

Kristina doesn’t shriek this time, instead her moan reveals more than a hint of pleasure.

“Oh,” Hanna says to Greg. “I think she likes it.”

“Then I guess it’s time for my cock,” Greg says.

“My thoughts exactly.”

Hanna pulls her fingers out of Kristina’s asshole and grabs ahold of the base of Greg’s cock. She pulls the rest of his cock out of Kristina’s pussy, then nestles it up against Kristina’s asshole, which is gaping and ready to accept it.

Greg pushes his hips forward and lets out a low groan as his cock slides into Kristina’s asshole. Kristina takes in a sharp breath and lets out a high-pitched moaning whine. But Greg pays no heed, continuing to push ahead, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into Kristina’s asshole, one inch at a time while Kristina squirms moans beneath him.

“There you go,” Hanna says, her smile wider than ever. “Give her the whole fucking thing. Don’t stop until your cock has disappeared inside her.”

Greg’s hands have migrated to Kristina’s hips for leverage and Hanna replaces them with her own, holding Kristina’s asscheeks open, giving her a clear view of her husbands cock disappearing inside Kristina’s asshole.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Hanna says once Greg is balls deep inside of Kristina. “Now pummel her fucking asshole like there’s no tomorrow.”

So Greg does, pulling his hips back before pushing them forward, fucking Kristina’s asshole with his entire cock with every thrust. He takes it slowly at first, getting her nice and loose, but it isn’t long before he’s hammering his cock in and out of her, his balls slapping up against her pussy while his cock slams in and out of her asshole.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” Hanna says. Her head is lying on top of Kristina’s ass, her face mere inches from the younger girls asshole. Hanna looks up at Greg with gleaming eyes. “She takes that cock good in her ass, doesn’t she?”

Greg nods.

“Yeah,” Hanna says. “Something tells me that she’s been fucked in the ass a few times before.”

While Greg continues pummeling Kristina’s ass, Hanna climbs off her head so she’s sitting on the floor in front of the younger girls face.

Hanna grabs ahold of Kristina’s hair and lifts her head until they are face to face. Looking deep into the younger girl’s eyes, speaking only loud enough that she can hear, Hanna says, “Have you learned your lesson yet?”

Kristina nods. She’s biting down on her bottom lip and a grunt escapes from her throat every time Greg slams his body into hers. From the look on her face she appears to be in distress but her eyes tell a different story. They are positively gleaming. She is enjoying this.

“But you like it too, don’t you?” Hanna says. “You like getting dominated and fucked by relative strangers, don’t you?”

Kristina nods again.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Hanna says, still holding Kristina’s head up by her hair. Her tone is measured, calm, as though they were having a regular conversation that didn’t include one of them getting fucked in the ass as they talked. “I can see it in your eyes.”

Greg lets out a low moan and starts to speed up, fucking Kristina even more aggressively, hammering her so hard that her body is pitching forward every time he slams into her.

Hanna looks up at Greg and smiles, then returns her eyes to Kristina. “Well, fortunately for you—or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it—Greg is just about done. Isn’t that right, Greg?”

Greg just nods. From the look of pure intent on his face he couldn’t talk even if he wanted to.

“Which means,” Hanna continues, returning her gaze to Kristina. “We are almost done here today. But if you truly enjoyed yourself as much as I think you did, there’s no reason why today can’t be the only time we do something like this.”

Kristina opens her mouth to speak but Hanna clamps it shut.

“No need to say anything now,” Hanna says, her tone still as calm and measured as earlier. “Just go home when we’re finished here and decide what you want to do. No hurry. And if you decide you want to continue along this path we’ve started here today, then come on over sometime and we’ll pick up right where we left off. And next time we’ll start to get real filthy.”

From above them, Greg mutters “shit, shit, shit,” under his breath.

“Well, that’s his cue,” Hanna says. “Just a few more seconds now. But remember what I said. We’re game for more of this if you are. Anytime. Just come on over. Okay?”

Kristina nods between grimaces as Greg slams his cock into her asshole harder than he has all night. Hanna flashes her a smile and gives her a playful little smack on the cheek, then turns her attention up to Greg.

“Are you ready?” Hanna asks.

Greg nods vigorously.

“Then let her have it,” Hanna says.

Greg pumps his hips a couple more times, then groans “holy fuck,” and yanks his cock out of Kristina’s asshole and jerks himself to completion, shooting stream after stream of cum all over Kristina’s back.

Hanna laughs softly and shakes her head in amazement. “That was pretty impressive,” she says to a smiling Greg. “I think you even got some in her hair.”

Greg laughs goofily while Kristina remains in the doggy position, her back arched and her ass sticking up in the air. Her back is painted white with Greg’s cum and her chest is heaving but there is a huge smile on her face.

“That’s a good girl,” Hanna says, matching her smile. She leans forward and slips her tongue into Kristina’s mouth. They make out while Greg stands over them, watching and smiling.

After a few seconds, Hanna breaks off the kiss, then stands up and helps Kristina to her feet. “Now you get cleaned up and get yourself home,” Hanna says. “And maybe we’ll see you again soon.”

 

#

 

Ten minutes later, Hanna closes the front door behind Kristina then heads into the kitchen. Greg is sitting at the dining room table, drinking a soda and staring through the window at Kristina as she makes her way across the lawn and down the sidewalk, towards her house.

The younger girl has a spring in her step that has her practically bouncing. She looks back at the house, smiling, and gives a little wave. Hanna waves back then sits down across from Greg.

“Well, that seemed to go well,” Greg says.

“Yeah, even better than I thought it would,” Hanna says.

“Not me,” Greg says. “I had her figured all along.”

“And you were right,” Hanna says, leaning over to give him a kiss. “As always.”

“How long do you think it’ll take before she comes back?” Greg asks.

“Tomorrow at the latest,” Hanna says. “Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she makes her way back here tonight some time. She was that into it.”

“So were you,” Greg says, grinning.

“Me?” Hanna says. “You’re the one that had the best time of all. I just got to mess with her a little bit. You got to fuck her brains out.”

“There’s always next time,” Greg says.

“You’re damn right,” Hanna replies. “Next time I get to have all the fun.”

“All of it?”

“Well, most of it, at least,” Hanna says.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair enough,” Greg says.

“And speaking of fucking,” Hanna says, “How long until you’re ready to go again?”

“Give me a few more minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”

Hanna smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. Do you think you can give it to me as hard as you did to Kristina?”

“Hell, I took it easy on her,” Greg says. “I didn’t want to break the poor girl the first time we had her.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about breaking me,” Hanna says, rising up from her chair and taking Greg by the hand. “If anything, you have to worry about me breaking you.”

“It’ll never happen,” Greg says with a grin, allowing Hanna to pull him to his feet.

“We’ll see about that,” Hanna says as she leads Greg out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards their bedroom. “We’ll just see.”

 

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SHE NEEDS IT BAD

Matt was just hanging out in his apartment, watching a little bit of television and relaxing from a long day at work when he heard a knock on his door. He wearily climbed off the couch and headed over to the door, idly wondering who was there. Was he going to get assailed by someone trying to sell him a security system? Or perhaps someone trying to convert him to some obscure religion? Or maybe just someone at the wrong unit?

He glanced into the peephole so he’d have an idea of what to expect. But what he saw was something out of his wildest dreams.

Matt took a half-step back, his heart pounding wildly. Was this really happening? He couldn’t believe it. He pinched himself but only got a sharp pain in return. So it wasn’t a dream. What could it be then? Because it couldn’t be what it appeared to be. No way. His luck wasn’t that good. Unless it had finally turned? Unlikely, but possible. Either way, there was only one way to find out. So, making sure to keep his hopes down, he took a deep breath and opened the door.  

Standing in his doorway was Jenny, the 22-year old raven-haired bombshell that lived down the hall, five units away on the opposite side. She was standing there in a black lace, low-cut, form-fitting slip that barely made it down to the middle of her thighs. Nothing else.

Matt couldn’t help but stare. Her long black hair hung down below her shoulders, partially covering her face, framing her soft features perfectly. The big brown eyes, small nose, full lips, flawless skin. The little mole on her cheek that he’d always found impossibly sexy, the little flaw that just made you realize how sexy she truly was. And that body. Huge, natural breasts, narrow figure, impossibly long legs.

In the two years they’d lived in the same building, Matt had spent more than few nights lying in bed, just staring up at the ceiling, thinking of her.

Matt tried to swallow but found that he couldn’t. His mouth was too dry.

“Hey, Jenny,” he managed to squeak out. “Can I help you with something?”

“Actually, you can,” she said. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Matt said, scrambling. “Of course. Come on in.”

He opened the door wider and she strode by. Matt took a deep breath in an attempt to get control of himself just a bit, then closed the door. When he turned, Jenny was standing right there, less than a foot away from him.

As Matt stood there, paralyzed, unsure of what to do, Jenny stepped forward and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards her and planted her lips on his. Her tongue snaked inside his mouth but he didn’t return the favor. He was too surprised to do anything. He pulled away quickly.

“What’s going on here?” he said.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jenny replied.

“Well, yeah. But what I mean is: Why?”

“Does it matter?”

“On one hand, no not really,” Matt said. “But on the other, yeah it does. I thought you were engaged?”

“Not anymore.”

“As of when?”

“Last weekend,” Jenny said. “Derek broke it off.”

A flitter of excitement tore through Matt but he held it down. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

“Really?”

Jenny nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” she said. “I didn’t want to get married anyway. Not to him, at least. Besides, now I can do what I’ve always wanted to.”

“And what’s that?”

“You,” Jenny said. She pulled him again and they started making out. This time Matt didn’t fight it.

After almost a full minute of exploring each other’s tonsils, Jenny broke it off, turned, and walked over towards the dining room table.

“I don’t know about this—” Matt said, following her as he talked.

“What do you mean?” she replied as she slowly lifted her lingerie, revealing a black g-string underneath. “Do you not want me?”

“It’s not that, it’s just—”

“What?” Jenny said, turning around and showing him her ass. “Don’t you want a piece of this?” She gave one of her asscheeks a little smack.

“Of course I do.”

“Then shut up and get down here,” Jenny said as she grabbed the back of Matt’s head and pulled him down to his knees while she bent over and turned completely away from him, guiding his face down to her ass.

Letting his objections die, Matt licked Jenny’s pussy through her panties while she rubbed her ass in his face, her hand still in the back of his head, holding him in place.

Jenny held Matt against her ass for a good fifteen seconds before releasing his head, giving a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath she slipped her panties down, freeing up her pretty little pussy. He dove back in, going to work on her snatch.

“Get it in there,” she said. “Get your tongue in there. Don’t be shy.”

Matt did as he was told, shoving his tongue deep into her pussy and exploring around vigorously.

“There you go,” Jenny said. “That’s a good boy.”

Using the dining room table for balance, she bent over even further, keeping her legs straight. She turned her upper body so she could look back and watch Matt while he worked.

“Your tongue feels so good in my pussy,” she said, her voice dripping with pleasure. “Work it, baby. Work it in there.”

Needing another little break, Matt pulled back, then spit on Jenny’s pussy and rubbed it in with his fingers and slid them inside her. Looking up the length of her perfect body, part of him still in disbelief at the situation, he banged away with his fingers for a little while them pulled them out and dove back in with his face, holding her asscheeks wide with his hands while his tongue worked her pussy and his nose pressed up against her asshole.

“That’s it. Just like that,” Jenny said, slamming her ass back into him, bouncing it off him, forcing his tongue deeper inside her. “Holy shit yes, that feels so fucking good.”

Enjoying himself thoroughly, Matt stuck his tongue out and held it rigid, allowing it to slide deep inside Jenny’s pussy every time she bounced back against him. Her juices covered his face and her smell filled his pores, making him feel as though he had permanently taken up residence inside her.

A short time later, Jenny turned around and pulled Matt to his feet, yanking his shirt over his head as he rose. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, dropping to her knees. She undid his belt, button and zipper in seconds, then dropped his pants and took his cock in her mouth.

She worked his cock with her lips and tongue, massaging and caressing it, getting it hard in no time flat. Once it was sticking straight out, looking like it was going to push through the skin, Jenny bobbed her head forward and back, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes turned up to his as she blew him.

Jenny glided over his cock, applying just enough pressure so that he could feel it but not so much that it was unbearable. Wet, slurping sounds escaped from her mouth and her eyes were turned up towards his, maintaining eye contact at all times.

Once Matt’s cock was all wet and slippery, Jenny let it slide out of her mouth, then gathered up some saliva, spit it on his shaft, and jerked him off.

“Are you still not sure about this?” she said, smiling up at him. “Because I can stop if you want. Is that what you want?”

Matt shook his head. “No.”

“I didn’t think so,” Jenny said, her smile growing wider. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while her hand continued working his shaft.

“Holy shit,” Matt said under his breath.

“Do you like that?” Jenny said, popping his cock out of her mouth.

Matt nodded.

She giggled and slid his cock in her mouth again, taking it halfway down this time. She held it there for a couple seconds before pulling off.

“What about that?” she said. “Do you like that too?”

“Very much,” Matt said. 

“I do too,” Jenny said. “I love the taste of your cock. The feel of it in my mouth. And you know what else I love?”

“What?”

“Getting face-fucked,” she said, flashing him a wicked smile. “Do you think you can do that for me? Do you think you can fuck my face?”

“I think I can manage that,” Matt said.

“Let’s find out,” Jenny said. She opened her mouth wide and put her arms behind her back.

Matt took a deep breath, then grabbed the back of Jenny’s head and held in place as he slammed his cock in and out of her open mouth while wet, slurping sounds escaped from it, saliva dripping down her chin and onto the floor.

Jenny gagged and coughed but her eyes told him to keep going, so Matt did, moving his hips back and forth as fast as he could, hammering her mouth with his cock for a good thirty seconds before shoving it all the way down her throat and keeping it there, forcing her to deepthroat him, holding her head against him while she coughed and gagged.

Eventually he let Jenny go. Her head snapped back and she gasped for breath, laughing and smiling all the while.

“Not bad,” she said. “Not bad at all. I have to admit, you’re a little more forceful than I was expecting.”

“Sorry,” Matt said, suddenly feeling sheepish.

“Don’t be,” Jenny said. “It’s a good thing. A very good thing, actually.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely,” she said. “Most men are too gentle for my tastes. They don’t know how to turn it up a notch. But you obviously do.”

“Thanks,” Matt said, just as sheepishly as before, but for different reasons. He wasn’t one who took compliments well. Never had been.

“Ahh, aren’t you cute,” Jenny said. “All embarrassed.”

She slowly ran her tongue along the underside of Matt’s cock, licking it from base to tip, making him shiver.

Laughing, Jenny said, “Oh, you like that too, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re sure to like this,” she said, sliding deeper beneath him and going to work on his ballsack, running her tongue over it while she jerked him off.

As Matt breathed heavily above her, Jenny took one of his balls in her mouth and gargled it for a few seconds before switching over to the other one. After playing with that one for a little while she took them both in her mouth, flicking her tongue against them and bouncing them off each other before letting them go with a little pop.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” he said.

“Yeah, you like that? You like it when I suck on your balls?”

Matt nodded vigorously.

Giggling, Jenny went back for seconds. This time she wrapped a couple of fingers around Matt’s sack right below his cock and squeezed, creating a tight little pocket with his balls as the prize. She stuck the whole package in her mouth and sucked on it while pulling down at the same time, stretching his sack out while she continued jerking him off.

Matt let out a little moan—mostly pleasure but with a little hint of pain mixed in—and turned his eyes towards the ceiling. He took a deep breath and held it in for a few seconds before slowly letting it out, in an attempt to calm himself down. But it was fruitless. He was simply too excited.

Matt backed off, forcing Jenny to release his sack from her mouth. As she smiled up at him, obviously enjoying the fact that she’d made him tap out, Matt bent down, puts his arms beneath her shoulders, and lifted her up so she was standing in front of him. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and explored around for a few seconds before breaking off the kiss and spinning her around so she was facing the table, her ass to him.

“Oh, taking a little bit of control,” Jenny said.

“That’s right,” Matt replied.

“I like it. I like it a lot. Show me what you’ve got, big boy.”

Matt stepped out of his pants then lifted Jenny’s slip up and off, then tossed it over his shoulder.

Once all their clothes were off, Matt bent Jenny over the table. He lifted her leg, putting it on the table too, opening her up wider, then grabbed ahold of his cock and stepped forward. He smacked his cock against her wet, waiting pussy a couple times, then slid it inside her.

“Holy fuck your cock feels so good in my pussy,” Jenny said, speaking in gasping breaths.

With his hands around her hips for balance, Matt slammed his cock into Jenny, fucking her from behind, their bodies slapping against each other, combining with their repeated moans of pleasure to create a symphony of sex.

“Do you like that,” Matt said, mimicking her tone from earlier. “Do you like it when I take you from behind?”

Jenny turned her upper body so she could look back at him and nodded in reply.

“I fucking love it,” she said, smiling wickedly.

“Do you want it harder?” he said.

“Fuck yes,” Jenny replied. “As hard as you can give it to me.”

Matt ran his hands up her back grabbed ahold of her shoulders, pulling back on them as his hips came forward, forcing his cock deeper inside her.

“Holy shit yes,” she said. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Give it to me nice and deep. I want every inch of you inside me.”

Jenny’s dirty talking just revved Matt up even more. He turned up the intensity, slamming his hips forward, causing her ass to ripple with every thrust, forcing his cock deeper inside her.

“That’s right,” Jenny said, practically screaming. “Pound it. Fuck my little cunt. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me just like that. Just like that!”

Matt hammered into Jenny a few more times before slowing things down to catch his breath. Keeping his cock inside her, he reached down and grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wide. After admiring the view for a few seconds, he started moving against her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy in slow, deep pumps.

“Does that feel good?” Jenny asked.

“Fuck yes,” Matt replied. He’d always enjoyed fucking slowly, even more so than pounding a girl. It was more sensual, more romantic. But it also increased the sensitivity tenfold, which wasn’t always good thing. Not unless he wanted to cum within minutes. Which was why he gradually sped things up, moving against more quickly with every thrust.

“Do you like spreading my pussy open so you can see?” Jenny said. “So you can watch your cock going in and out of me?”

“I fucking love it,” Matt replied, steadily increasing the rhythm until he was once again hammering away at her, their bodies coming together with a wet slap.

“Do you like that?” she said. “Do you like my pussy throbbing around your dick? Do you feel those big pussy lips wrapped around it?”

Matt didn’t reply. He was too busy fucking the shit out of her.

“Fuck me,” Jenny said, practically snarling the words, over and over. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Matt did as Jenny asked, giving her everything he had, even throwing in a couple slaps to the ass while he pummeled her from behind.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Jenny cried. “I’m going to fucking cum!”

Reaching deep into his reserves, Matt kept it up, pounding away at Jenny until her body tensed up and then released, her legs quivering and shaking as her pussy drenched his cock with juices.

After Jenny’s orgasm had passed, she pushed her hips forward, drawing Matt’s cock from her pussy. She spun around and dropped to her knees, talking the whole time.

“I want to suck it,” she said. “I want to clean my cum off your cock. Can I do that? Is that okay with you?”

Smiling, Matt nodded.

Returning his grin, Jenny ran her tongue over his cock, licking it clean of her cum. “I taste so fucking good,” she said. “I love licking my cum off your cock.” She took the head of his cock in her mouth and started to suck, gradually moving further and further down until she was nearly swallowing the entire thing.

“I love it too,” Matt said. “Too much, I’m afraid,” he added, reaching down and hooking his arms under Jenny’s shoulders and pulling her to her feet.

Once she was standing, he lifted her up and set her ass down on the table, then pushed on her shoulders, guiding her onto her back.

“I need a little break,” he said as he spread her legs and squatted down until his face was at the same level as her pussy. “Do you mind?”

Without waiting for an answer, he dove in, smashing her face between her legs, running his tongue up and down her pussy.

“Not at all,” Jenny said, drawing out the words. “You can eat my pussy whenever the hell you feel like it.”

Matt went to town, working her pussy with tons of energy, licking her snatch and sucking on her pussy lips and driving his tongue inside her and exploring around. Jenny was soaking wet, drenching his entire face with her juices.

“Holy shit you’re good at that,” she said, her voice filled with pleasure.

“You like that, do you?” Matt replied, coming up for air, looking up at her.

“I fucking love it,” Jenny said. Leaning forward, she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face into her, smashing it up against her flesh, smothering him. Matt flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy while she moaned above him.

Eventually Jenny let him go. But Matt wasn’t done yet. He started working her clit with his mouth, pressing his tongue against it with as much force as he could muster.

Jenny let out a little yelp and bucked against him hard enough to make the table move. The expression on her face was a combination of determination and pleasure and her chest was heaving with exertion.

Matt glanced up at her and saw how into it she was. He decided she was enjoying it so much he’d take things even further. While his tongue still worked her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy and starting banging away, moving them in and out as quickly as he could, not taking it easy at all.  

“Holy fuck,” she said, drawing the word out in pleasure. She tilted her head back, losing herself, her chin pointed towards the ceiling and her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she let out a long, low, wordless groan.

Feeling emboldened, Matt squeezed another finger inside her. It was a tight fit, forcing him to slow down for a few seconds while she adjusted. But she quickly loosened up and he went back to slamming his fingers in and out of her, forcing them in as far as he could with as much speed as possible. Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices flowing like a stream, allowing him to hammer away at her without any resistance whatsoever.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jenny cried. “Right there, right fucking there! Oh my god you’re so fucking good at that. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

And just like that, she let out a little screech and her pussy released another torrent of juices, drenching Matt’s face even further.


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