Sins Of The Flesh: A Pentade Of Forbidden Desires

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ease, her skin slick with sweat and the stra

d, her ass pressed agai

aths coming in ragged gasps as she tried to process the

band Vincent could walk in any moment, catch her like t

forbidden rush, the way her pussy still pulsed with afters

nd to recover. His hands gripped her hips firmly, calloused fingers digging in

ting awkwardly beneath her, forcing her chest dow

reading slightly on the mattress as if her bod

d a fresh dribble of his cum leaked from her s

he positioned himself. Ann's heart pounded wildly,

hought, her face flushing

od, if he sees m

hen she heard him spit- a wet, deliberate

utthole with rough insistence, spreading

y up her spine. She'd never let anyone touch her there, not even Vincent in their

s thick cock nudged against her pussy in

ard with one brutal thrust, burying himself

, her walls clenching around him like a vice as pai

he's so

away, to demand he stop this madness, but her hips betr

alls slapping rhythmically against her clit, buildi

, his grunts were low and animalistic, hands bruising

waves of guilt crashing

old herself, biting he

so good... why do

eaths hitching as she teetered on the e

t of her pussy, the sudden emptines

gainst her ass now, the tip hot. Ann ten

led against the bed, but he shushed h

exertion, thumb still working the spit around her

her gasp and squirm. Tears pricked her eyes, not just from the discomfort, but from

rred, too shy, too vanilla. Now, this stranger was breac

ed into a deep, throbbing pleas

ush against her ass, Ann let out a shuddering

ragged against every sensitive nerve, his

through her, her clit aching from the earlie

ght, fresh tears streaking her ch

he's splitting me apart and

ed back tentatively, meeting his rhythm. The stranger groaned

, his breath hot on her neck as one hand slid up to

g me so tight, like

sensation. She was so close again, teetering on that precip

her veins even as her body betrayed her, c

er didn't stop; if anything, his thrusts de

shut, mortification

ate me. Divorce

cut through the fog, warm

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wisting her head as much as

ot of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, pants s

scene of his wife bound, ass up, impaled by this hired stranger

a wave, washing away the guilt in an instant, rep

ted something fierce inside her, her body

ass spasmed around the stranger's len

than before, tears of joy mixing with

roar, his hips snapping forward one last time as he bu

his new, intimate way, and Ann reveled i

still working his shaft as he watched the strange

with need, reaching out to brush a th

ht you'd like to try it with someo

s she met his gaze, a shy smile breaki

tly, wincing at the tenderness in her ass, b

body appreciatively, lingering

our birthday gift, whatever

ng the cuffs with practiced ease. As her arms fell free, she wrapped them aroun

ping himself off with a nearby towel b

im, then back to Vincent, a

inst Vincent's mouth, her voice

ened, his cock twi

t you want, bi

the stranger, who nodded, alread

even more intoxicating. She nodded, pulling Vincent onto the

ng into her cum-slick pussy with a groan, the stranger

ely, loving every filth

ed her plans of surprising him with a family dinner. S