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Pool Boy Fuck Me Raw in My Husband’s Mansion While He Was in Singapore — 5

He filled me completely on the lounger, pounding deep until I squirted, then flipped me over and flooded my cunt with thick ropes of cum while I begged for every drop.

PART 4

The head breached me, stretching my opening wide, and we both groaned.

He was thick—thicker than I'd realized—and my walls resisted for a moment before yielding, letting him sink deeper.

Inch by inch, he filled me, the ridge of his glans dragging against my inner walls, hitting places that hadn't been touched in far too long.

"You're so—nnnf—big," I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Stretching me so good—“

“Tight,” he grumbled, his hips moving forward.

So tight you're holding me like—ah—

Once he was fully seated, his balls were touching my ass and we both stopped moving.

Just breathed.

I felt every inch of him in me, how my channel was shaped around his shaft, how his heart was beating in his cock and into my core.

Then he began to walk.

The first one was slow and deliberate, he pulled nearly all the way out, the head hitting my entrance, then he pulled back in with a wet shhhhhlick that made us both shudder.

The noise he made was obscene, his copious fluids emulsifying around him, forming a creamy white ring at the base of his cock.

"Harder," I said.

Harder, fuck me harder, please—

He did.

His hips were slamming into me, and with every hit, I was making a sound, "ah-ah-ah-ah," that echoed his rhythm.

My breasts jiggled and bounced with it, my nipples were dark peaks that dragged against his chest, my breasts swayed and jiggled.

The lounger creaked under us, the pool filter droned on and on, and somewhere in the back of my mind I thought, this is what I've been missing.

This is life, and this is how it feels.

Your pussy, he growled, his speed picking up.

Your pussy is—hnnng—so perfect—

"You like it?"

I was beyond shame, beyond coherence.

Do you like my tight little cunt?

"I fucking love it."

Then use it.

Use me.

Fuck me like you mean it.

He grabbed my hips—his fingers sinking into the plush flesh—and drove into me with a ferocity that made stars burst behind my eyes.

His pelvis grinding against my clit with every thrust, the angle changing, and I felt another orgasm rising, more urgent than the first.

I chanted, "Don't stop!

Don't stop, don't stop, I'm so close—

“Come on my cock,” he demanded.

I want you to squeeze me once more.

The command was the last straw.

My puss sucked him in and milked his dick and I squirted again, splashing his belly and thighs and mixing with the other one I had on the lounger.

I felt my whole body shake, my legs clenching around his waist, and heard myself babbling "yes yes yes oh fuck oh god yes" as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Marco didn't stop.

He was still hard, still going, his pace relentless, and I realized with a distant sort of shock that he was still hard, still going, his stamina far outlasting anything I'd experienced before.

He abruptly pulled out and said, "Turn over.

"What—"

On your knees, I want to see your ass.

I rolled over onto my stomach, my legs still shaking, and pushed myself up to my elbows and knees.

I was given my ass—round, fat, wobbling with every move—so he could have a look at it.

"Jesus," he breathed.

"Look at you."

I felt his hands on my cheeks, opening me up, showing me all of me, my swollen, dripping pussy, my tight pink asshole, both glistening in the pool's reflected light.

He ran his thumb over my anus, and I shuddered.

Next time," he said, his voice thick with promise.

Next time, I'm going to fuck this tight little hole.

Then he was back in me, his cock sliding in like a hot knife through butter and I screamed into the cushion.

Doggy style.

My favorite.

The angle allowed him to plow me to the depths, the head of his cock kissing my cervix with every stroke, the dull ache of it merging with the pleasure until I couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.

Every time he hit me my ass jiggled, the cheeks rippling, and he spanked me, leaving a red handprint on my skin.

"Ahhh!"

"You like that?"

"Yes," I sobbed.

"Yes, do it again—"

Smack.

Who's this pussy?

"Yours," I moaned, beyond caring how I sounded.

It's yours, it's all yours—

He took my hips and fucked me harder, his balls slapping my clit, the sounds of our coupling filling the poolhouse.

Now I was running down my thighs, my fluids mixed with his pre-cum, and the lounger was a mess under us.

I'm going to come," he grunted.

"Where do you—"

"Inside me."

The words came out of me.

Come inside me, fill me up, I need it—

"But—"

I don't fucking care, Marco, I want to feel you—hnnng—pump your cum into my womb—

That did it.

He hit me one more time, his cock going so deep I felt the first hot pulse of his release in my pussy.

His cock twitched and pulsed and he groaned, a long, ragged sound, as he emptied himself into me.

The heat of it permeated through me, filling me, and I squeezed my walls around him, milking every last drop.

We remained like that for a long time, him inside me, both of us panting, and then he fell on my back, his chest against my back, his breath on my neck.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

I couldn't talk yet, "Mm.

I reached back and grabbed his hip, and he began to get up.

"Stay," I said.

"Just... stay inside me a little longer."

He did.

We lay there together, his cock softening my ass, his cock plug in my ass, and his cum not leaking out.

I could feel it—thick and warm, pooling in my depths.

Then he would pull out and I would feel it running down my thighs and I would shiver with satisfaction.

"Gen?"

"Hmm?"

That wasn't just... I mean, I know you're married, but—

I turned my head around to see him over my shoulder.

"Marco?"

"Yeah?"

The pool must be cleaned weekly.

I smiled slow and wicked.

“Frank's back is likely to be a problem for him for some time.”

His eyes widened.

Then he grinned.

But somewhere in my mind, I felt another surge of heat, his cum or maybe just anticipation, and I knew.

This was just the start....

PART 6