My husband doesn’t see me anymore. Hindi bf He’s forgotten all about me, as his partner, as his woman, as someone he used to have burning passion and desire towards. I’m still hot, aren’t I? I still have all these urges inside of me, and all I can think about recently is how much I miss getting fucked. I’m a great fuck, and I miss when my body was on my husband’s mind at all times. I just need a good fucking, and I know it’s wrong, because I’m a married woman, but god, I just need someone to fuck me. That’s why when my son’s friend, Axel, started coming onto me, I was shocked, but I also let it happen. I had to show some restraint at first – after all, it’s my son’s friend. But when Axel started caressing my body, pushing his fingers against my clit, aw, fuck – how am I supposed to resist this? Axel sinks his fingers deep into my pussy, and I’m dripping wet – I have to stay quiet because I don’t want my son to hear us. This is everything I’ve been looking for. I know it’s not right to lust after Axel like this, but he makes me feel young again and has reignited this burning sexual passion in me… I can’t wait to see him again.
“Yeah,” I said, pulling her hips backwards and slamming into her body, my cock burying itself deep inside of her. Oh god.”
I could feel her body spasm and tense, her legs trembling and her stomach and thighs clenching. “You’re not getting enough are you madam,” I opined,”You’re not getting any are you, except your ivory handled hair brush.”
“You insolent cur,” she replied. “Oh god,” I grunted, holding her in place and grinding my hips into hers, the pleasure surging through my entire body, my knees buckling as a result. “Robson you insolent cur, Drive on!” she snapped. Not inside of me,” she moaned, the feeling of my hot seed coating her insides triggering her own orgasm.
