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Husband Out Of Town

... she can no longer deny that is building deep inside her cunt. As I continue to ram into her, deeper with every thrust, Bianca reaches over turning the washing machine on. She is not concerning herself with the efficiency of her chores, but wants to set the cycle to 'extract spin'. As the machine got going, Bianca reluctantly releases me from her legs' death grip around my waist. Reluctantly, she slowly attempts to pull herself off of my wanton cock. I did not allow this easily at first. She looks at me seriously, but passionately, and whispers, " Trust me." I see the lust and desire in her gaze, so I grudgingly oblige. Bianca hesitates for the briefest moment to look me up and down. Bianca turns around abruptly bending herself over the cold washing machine. She gasps at the sensation of the cold metal against her heated, sensitive skin, especially as she presses her breasts into the machine. She presents an inviting image to me bent submissively over the washing machine, slowly shaking her supple skin with each spin of the clothes inside. Her ass and pussy are beckoning to my cock, inviting me to do what I want with them. She knows it won't be long before she will have me inside her again. She hears me moan as I step toward her, placing both hands firmly on her ass cheeks, in a now familiar position, but this time not a surprising way. Unlike the first time I entered her, I'm slow, but deliberate with my movements. First, the head of my cock skims lightly along the length ...

... of her pussy. She imagines my tip glistening in her wetness as she tries to push herself onto me. I hold her firmly in place against the machine as I, again run my head along her slit, slowly, back and forth a few more times. Bianca's hips buck toward me, and she cries out for me, but she bit her lip instead. I chuckle once, and the image of my face, with my half-smirk, danced in her mind. She has shown her cards and she knows I'm very aware of the power I in fact hold over her. She has gotten it wrong. I'm still, and will always be the one in control. It is just a different kind of control than what I have anticipated when I stepped into the laundry room. I slip my head slightly into her wet hole once again, this time she can't help but moan aloud. I slip in another inch or so, and then pull myself back out, holding her hips in place. Once again, I run my wet tip along her slit, and this time flick it across her clit until she can't take it anymore. " Please," she begs. She reminds herself of the first time she uttered this plea to me and that at the time it had been to stop. That is now the furthest thing from her mind. " Please, fuck me again," she breathes. I chuckled again, continuing to rub my head across her slit. Then I push myself into her, a few inches more than the last time. She moans. This time I keep myself inside her, but I tease her with my thrusts. I push myself in deeper with one, and with the next I almost pull myself out. In and out, until her hips are ...