It was past midnight and I received a call from my boyfriend. He quickly told me he was on his way over and hung up before I could reply.
In a matter of minutes, he was there and ripping out of his clothes and doing the same to mine. His wife must have been holding out on him again. I could always tell. He always fucked me hard, but when he was hungry for pussy, he was extra rough.
He grabbed me off the bed and forced me down to my knees. His cock was down my throat and his hips were pumping into my face. I could barely keep up with this thrusts and had spit running down my chin, my breasts, and between my legs. I could tell he was getting close to cumming and I could also tell that he wasn’t going to settle for anything less than dumping his load in my wet pussy.
I thought he would at least put me on the bed, but he just spun my around, made me arch my back and shoved it in. He pumped me hard and fast. I bet he never fucked his prude wife like that. Like a fucking whore at his disposal. He came quickly once he was inside of me. I didn’t mind. I knew the night wasn’t over yet, and was right. Once he got that first one out of the way, he gave me all that sexual frustration from his wife.
Written By: Abby
