1. From good girl to slut


    Date: 7/20/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: Bullfrog333, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It felt like time had frozen, I could feel every thrust, feel his shaft slide along the wall of my pussy. With each thrust I felt his balls slap forward, hitting my swollen clit and pushing a moan from my lips. Without warning the pounding stopped. Jason’s hands were on my waist, half pushing half tossing me onto the bed, somehow rolling me onto my back in the process. As he followed me onto the bed the words Porn Star Sex again flooded through my mind, I pulled my legs back as far and as wide as they would go momentarily wondering if I could get them behind my head as I used to in gymnastics classes years ago. The thought was barely there before he was on top of me and I was once again full. The initial thrust in threw me back over the edge, my body suddenly drowning in ecstasy and my throat letting out a scream. The reaction of my body, the tightening of my pussy…no my cunt, elicited a long low groan from Jason. He buried the head of his cock as deep as possible in me and I could feel warmness exploding out of him, ...
    filling me. Just as I thought he was done he pulled his cock from me and looked up at my face as the final ropes of cum pumped out of his still throbbing shaft landing on my bare stomach and tits, drops having even reached my neck. For a moment we were both still, him kneeling between my soaked thighs, and me lying covered in his warm cum. “Get your phone” I told him He looked confused and hesitated before sliding off the bed and finding his shorts. As he returned I slid my hand to cup my right tit and slowly started playing with the cum, dragging the liquid over my nipples, licking my fingers. I looked over at him and smiled “If you don’t take a picture your friends will never believe you.” I reminded him laughing. Once he snapped a picture of my spread eagle, cum covered body complete with my wedding ring glistening with his juice, I asked him to text the picture to a number for me. He readily agreed, asking as he hit send if it was my number and could he call me. With a grin, I told him “No, that is Eric’s #, my husband”.
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