Rarely did this man feel as if he were sexually overwhelmed but, this woman…….
He’d barely been inside her hot velvety sex for any time at all and already he could feel the build-up of pleasure rapidly welling up within him.
With her soft, heavy breasts filling his senses… her tight, silky pussy stroking and milking his cock… he felt his control slipping away.
Sensing his struggle, she wickedly tightened her grip on his captive cock… squeezing, clutching, and rippling her pussy around him. He gasped, the waves of pleasure so intense his body quivered beneath her. He could feel himself losing his battle to maintain his final sheds of control.
Well aware of his efforts to hold back she gently rolled her hips forward, just enough so that her soft, scented breasts nearly pressed against his face.
In a soft voice she seductively purred, “Resistance… is… futile.”
She chuckled softly at his groan, feeling his body immediately surrender to hers, his cock erupting helplessly inside the hot softness of her pussy.
With her curvy hips pinning his down, her pussy continued sensually squeezing and milking more and more pleasure from the man who was now writhing in pleasure beneath her.
“That’s it, baby,” she urged, her voice sultry and triumphant. “Don’t fight it. I want you to feel how my pussy can take every… last…. drop… of cum from you.”
Once you cum for me… you’re mine to do with as I wish.
Icould. But I want you thinking about her. I want you remembering all the times you told her you loved her. All the promises you made about being faithful to her. I want you recognizing and admitting that, even if you meant it at the time, it was a lie. I want you to admit that your “love” was not as strong as you said it was. I want you to know that you’re hurting her, even if she doesn’t know it. I want you to recognize that you’re giving up more and more of your life with her every time you come to see me.
I want you wracked with that guilt every time we fuck. And then every time you see me. Soon you will feel guilty just for thinking of me, because we both know you can’t help it now. Every time you get hard, I want you feeling guilty about all the times you got hard for me instead of her.
I want your erections and your guilt to be inextricably linked. If you get hard, you feel guilty. If you feel guilty about anything, you can’t help but get hard. You can’t help but think of me when you’re with her, and you can’t help but think of her when you’re with me. Your every sexual thought becomes your undoing, your next act of betrayal even when you’re trying to do something a loyal partner would do.
That conflict that eats at you and slowly destroys you from the inside… THAT’s what I fucking want from you.
I’m not 26 like your young wife…not even close… but shes as flat as a surfboard compared to me….but you can’t deny how hard you get for me….look at your cock it’s throbbing…..
I want you to get a photo of your wife and hold it up while you watch me. I want you to compare her ugly flabby pathetic tiny tit body to my perfect curvy Goddess body. Look at your fat wife in ugly clothes and look at me in a sexy lingerie, there is no comparison. You know that you would rather jerk to me all day then put your cock anywhere near her disgusting pussy.
Now tell me my tits mean more to you than your entire marriage and destroy your wife’s picture as you cum hard for my perfect tits and body.
You know your wife could never compare. She’s probably stupid enough to believe you when you say this isn’t what you want. But I know you look so uncomfortable not because you wish I’d stop, but because you wish she wasn’t here to make you stop me. You know, if you made her leave, you could stay and see what your fantasies really feel like when they come true…
