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EROTICA | CHEATING | MARRIED | RISKY SEX | ORAL SEX | CREAMPIE | ROUGH SEX | QUICKIE | DIRTY TALK | ALMOST CAUGHT

My Husband’s Best Friend Couldn’t Keep His Hands Off Me — 2

He fucked me hard while my husband was gone, then filled my mouth and tits with his load just minutes before we heard the garage door open.

I rode his fingers shamelessly, hips rolling, seeking the pleasure as I continued to stroke him.

When I felt myself getting close I pulled his hand away and slid down between his legs.

His cock was erect and throbbing, a big bead of pre-cum rolling down the shaft.

I lifted my gaze to his and met his eyes, and pulled my tongue from his balls to his tip, sampling the salty musk.

I then put him in my mouth.

I sucked him sloppy and deep, lips stretched wide around his girth, tongue swirling under the head.

Memphis cursed, one hand tangling in my hair, but not forcing.

I bobbed, taking more with each one and gagged softly when he hit the back of my throat.

Spit ran down his shaft onto his balls.

I rolled them in my hand, and sucked him like I was starving for it.

“Fuck yes, just like that, baby… your mouth feels so goddamn good.”

I came off with strings of spit between my lips and my mouth sucking and licking his balls, and I began to jerk him up and down quickly.

Then I got back on him, straddled him again and rubbed the fat head of his dick up and down my dripping slit, teasing my clit with it.

Memphis held my hips, eyes blazing.

“Put it in, Bri, let me feel that pussy.”

I slowly lowered myself inch by thick inch, moaning loud as he stretched my walls open.

He was bigger than I expected.

The burn was just right.

As soon as my ass hit his thighs, I sat there for a moment, pulsing around him, getting my cunt used to him.

“Goddamn, you’re gripping me so tight,” he groaned, head falling back.

I started riding.

Slowly at first, grinding deep, rolling my hips so his cock stirred inside me.

Then quicker, jumping, my ass slapping his thighs.

My tits bounced in his face and he caught one in his mouth and sucked hard.

We sat on the couch, which creaked under us.

I rode him like his own, pussy creaming all over his thick shaft.

We changed positions.

He lifted me up by the arm of the couch, ass up, and slammed his cock back in from behind.

The new angle was deep and I cried out every time his balls hit my clit.

He was hard on me, one hand in my hair, the other in my hip.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he panted.

“This pussy is mine now.”

I resisted all his advances and enjoyed him filling me up.

He wrapped his hand around my clit and rubbed it quickly.

I came hard, pussy spasming around his cock, juices running down my thighs.

He didn't stop, he just kept going and going until my legs were shaking.

He got up, turned me around and sat back on the couch.

I knelt down and sucked him again, licking my pussy all over his dick.

I mouth and handworked him fast and nasty until he was groaning my name.

I then got back on, turned around and sank again.

We fucked like that, deep and intense and eyes locked and his arms around my neck and my hands on his ass guiding him.

Now the dirty talk came easily.

“You like this dick, baby?” he growled.

I groaned, “I love it.”

“Love when you fill my pussy up.”

He pushed his way up even more.

“Good girl, take every inch.”

I came again, biting his shoulder to muffle the scream.

He turned us around so I was on my back on the couch, legs over his shoulders and he drove deep and steady.

I saw stars when I saw the angle.

With each thrust, his heavy balls hit my ass.

Our bodies were drenched in sweat.

The threat of Bryan walking in any second only made it hotter.

“Gonna cum soon, baby,” he warned, voice strained.

“Come on my tits,” I gasped.

“I want to see it.”

He fucked me a few more brutal strokes then pulled out.

I jumped up quickly, squeezed my tits together.

He rubbed his shiny dick twice and shot—big, hot ropes of cum splattering on my tits and neck.

A few fell on my chin.

I whined at the sight, picking up a bit with my fingers and tasting him.

We were both panting like we had run a marathon.

He bent down and kissed me slow and deep, then cleaned me up with his shirt.

We straightened up the couch, mended our clothes, and sat down again as the garage door began to rattle open.

After two minutes, Bryan came in with bags, complaining about traffic.

We were back on the couch watching the game as if nothing had happened, Memphis and I.

My pussy was still pulsing and dripping a bit into my shorts.

I smiled sweetly at my husband and said that I will get him a cold drink.

The remainder of the afternoon was a blur of furtive looks and covert gestures.

Memphis remained for dinner.

Every time we looked each other in the eye across the table, I could feel his dick dribbling on my skin under my clothes.

Bryan didn't suspect a thing.

Later that night, when Bryan was asleep, I was lying in bed reliving every second; the way he was stretching me with his thick cock, the way he spoke to me, the thrill of being almost caught.

My hand went between my legs and I touched myself quietly, cumming again to the memory.

I knew that this would not be the final time.

The next morning, Bryan was in the shower and Memphis texted me: “Can't stop thinking about that pussy. Need more.”

I laughed and replied, "Come get it.

The game was just beginning.

THE END