The Affair Continues 9

[Ma****]

My husband is home right now… and I’m in another man’s bed hearing the bed-frame creak while he fucks me, she thought, shame and ecstasy twisting together as another powerful thrust made the bed creak sharply beneath them.
The louder and more desperate the bed became, the wetter and more aroused she got — her married pussy squeezing tightly around his hard thrusting cock with every noisy, protesting creak of the springs.

Her big full tits — still glistening with sweat from her aerobics class — jiggled and slapped together heavily. They rose and fell in hypnotic, pendulous arcs, the weighty flesh rippling with each powerful snap of his thrusting hips. Her wide, dark areolas were stretched tight, thick nipples stiff and pointing upward, tracing small circles in the air as her tits bounced and swayed.
He couldn’t keep his hands off them. He groped and squeezed the soft, heavy mounds possessively, fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh, lifting them, pushing them together, then letting them drop and bounce freely again with the next deep thrust. The fleshy slap-slap-slap of her heavy tits colliding mixed with the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of her drenched cunt and the constant, loud creaking of the bed.
CREEEAAAK—THUMP—CREEEAAAK—THUMP—
His hips picked up s***d, driving into her harder. Each thrust was ***ful and rhythmic — a deep, grinding roll at the end that pressed his pelvis firmly against her swollen clit before pulling back and slamming home again. Her massive tits bounced even more violently now, jiggling and heaving, the soft skin rippling with every impact. He leaned down to bury his face between them, sucking and licking her nipples while his hips continued their relentless pounding.
Her soaked pussy clenched greedily around his thick cock with every powerful thrust, gushing fresh wetness that coated his shaft and dripped down to soak the sheets. The louder the bed groaned and the harder he fucked her, the more intensely her heavy breasts bounced and the wetter her married cunt became.
Oh god… look at my tits bouncing like this for him, she thought, shame and ecstasy twisting together as another deep, bed-shaking thrust made her moan loudly. My husband has no idea how hard another man is fucking me right now…
The room was filled with the filthy symphony of their sex: the constant wet squelching of her wet pussy, the heavy fleshy sounds of her tits being groped and bouncing, her desperate moans, and the loud, rhythmic groaning and banging of the bed frame as he drove into her again and again.

The Affair Continues 9-Expanded

Her powerful, aerobics-honed legs trembled around him, but they held strong — years of teaching high-energy aerobics classes giving her the endurance to take this intense fucking. Her thick thighs quivered with effort as she tried to pull him even deeper, heels locked tight behind his back.

Her petite Italian body and her large heavy tits were crushed between by his chest, then he rose to see her tits bouncing and slapping wildly with every merciless thrust — heavy, fleshy SMACK-SMACK-SMACK sounds cutting through the chaos. Sweat flew from their bodies with every impact. The humid air was thick with the raw stink of fuck: her dripping pussy, his balls, and the sharp scent of pure fucking.

They were in full fuck mode now — hips pistoning like a machine, long powerful strokes that pulled back until just the head stretched her entrance, then slamming down with his full weight, grinding hard against her cervix on every single thrust. The wet, filthy SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK of her drenched pussy was deafening in this missionary position, face-to-face, creamy pussy arousal, and his precum frothing and pussy squirting out around his cock with every devastating plunge.

Her powerful, aerobics-honed hips and core drove upward to meet every savage downward slam of his body. Each time he pulled back, she rolled her pelvis up with explosive ***, impaling her soaked pussy onto his thick cock before he could even thrust again. Their bodies collided in hard, mutual rhythm — wet, fleshy PLAP-PLAP-PLAP sounds echoing sharply through the room.
CREEEAAAK—THUMP—CREEEAAAK—THUMP!
The bed screeched louder than ever as they fucked each other with raw, uncontrollable hunger. Her strong legs, still locked high around him, used the leverage to slam her upturned pussy onto his cock with every return thrust, her thick ass rippling from the impact. Sweat flew from her glistening skin with every powerful snap of her hips.
She was matching him thrust for thrust.
Her soaked pussy swallowed his cock with greedy, noisy SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK sounds, creamy arousal frothing and squirting out around his shaft every time she drove herself upward to take him deeper. Her inner walls clenched and rippled around him with ferocious milking contractions, actively sucking and pulling at his cock as if trying to drag him even further inside her womb.

She was giving as good as she got, slamming her married pussy up onto his cock with aerobic-level power and stamina, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked and fucking back just as hard in the most submissive yet ferociously active missionary position. Every return thrust drove him deeper, made her tits bounce harder, and pushed her closer to the edge right alongside him.

Her pussy was creaming around him, inner pussy walls fluttering and clenching in rhythmic spasms as he fucked her with aerobic-level stamina and power. Each thrust knocked the breath out of her, making her heavy tits jiggle and her body jolt.
She was completely lost — moaning, whimpering, and crying out with every cervix-kissing slam, her powerful body taking the intense pounding like the strong, flexible aerobics instructor she was. The guilt about her husband had been completely forgotten by the overwhelming, mind-melting pleasure of being fucked so hard and so deep in this *** position

[gy****]

Sexy hot 🔥 story

[Wi****]

That’s hot asffff

[metronome]

I raise a glass of schlick to you.

[ea****]

Love it 🥰