I never expected to wake up with a man's cock still inside m..
🕑 Added 2024-07-05 13:55:45 +0000 UTC
I never expected to wake up with a man's cock still inside my asshole, but there it was, stretching my insides and leaving a sticky trail of dried sperm across my ass cheeks. I remember him pumping his nut into my guts and kissing the back of my neck while I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Then I woke up, the head of dick held tightly in my asshole and the dried sperm on my ass cheeks letting me know it wasn’t just a dream. I stroked Jake awake and then tasted his cock, still tasting of his own cum and my ass. It only took a few minutes of working the head of his dick with my lips before he finished in my mouth. He told me not to swallow it if I didn’t want to. He must be insane. I swallowed it as his testicles convulsed and pumped their jizz into my mouth. I never hold cum. I drink it as it arrives. By the time my lips leave the tip of your cock, your sperm has been removed, including the post-drip jizz. I am a firm believer in sucking a guy soft. I kissed him on the lips and thanked him for the life-altering orgasm from the night before. That’s when Jake dropped the bomb and, point blank, told me he loved me. I told Jake he was just messed up in the head from the orgasm he just had. He said no, he truly loves me. He asked me if I felt the same and I said yes, I do. Which is not only truthful but sexually hot as fuck. I’m in love with another man other than my husband. It sets my pussy on full soak mode thinking about it. Here comes the part you are going to shake your head at. After I admitted truthfully I was in love with him, I lied to him so I could get my pussy filled with cock from another man. That man is Rob, and I can't give Rob up. His 9-inch cock and sculpted body have become an addiction that I cannot shake. So, instead, I lied to Jake and will be sneaking around his back, indulging in my physical and emotional affairs simultaneously. I suppose I could tell Jake about Rob and the others, but it is my guess he is not the kind of guy who would be okay with that. Look, it's a twisted cycle of lust and deceit that, in a cruel twist of fate, only brings me untold pleasure and satisfaction, even though deep down, I know it's wrong. But try as I might, I can't resist the thrill and danger of living this life, constantly chasing after new highs and risking everything for the next socially and morally forbidden encounter with Rob or Scott or whoever else catches my wandering eye. My pussy throbs at the mere thought of it all - the adrenaline rush of infidelity mingled with the raw ecstasy of wild, uninhibited sex. And even though I may be spiraling out of control, consumed by guilt and yearning for something real, for now, this is my reality. And I embrace it wholeheartedly, no matter how twisted and taboo it may be.
