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Designated Driver

... like a soft, wet, vice grip, tightening on every inch of my cock from all directions. Thank god she had blown me already or I would have already cum. There were still about three inches of my cock outside her when she began shaking. “Oh fuck, Pete, I’m coming all over your big, hard, cock!” She lost control for a few seconds and ground her pussy down hard, forcing those last few inches and consequently triggering another orgasm. I thought she was going to die she was hyperventilating and sweating so much. She was not adjusted to my size and began riding me. Up and down and in circles, she was a goddess when it came to riding cock. “It’s your turn. Come inside me, you fucking stud.” This dirty talk was all I could take. My balls tightened and I released my second load of the night - straight into her unprotected, married cunt. I felt myself shoot again and again, filling her up. She never stopped riding, squeezing me with her pussy muscles, milking every lat drop. She laid on top of me, breathing heavily with my cock softening inside her cunt. After a few minutes, she sat up and scooted back, letting my cock pop out of her. A stream of cum ran out of her and onto the seat. I didn’t even care. This was a once in a life time opportunity and a little stain would be a worthy reminder. “Alright, stud. Time to get me home. It’s 2:30am. My husband might start to wonder soon,” she said with a wink.