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... Then he trailed his palms over the humps of her ass, fingers splayed and thumbs meeting at her rim. Wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock, he crouched to line himself with her. Rested the tip of his cock against the kiss of her asshole. Looking up, he met her dilated eyes in the reflection and pushed. Heat sucked at his dick, beckoning him further even as she threw back her head. She winced in the reflection. Brad stopped, his cock protesting at the thought of retreating from her hot, welcoming tightness. He thrust in shallowly, circling his hand around her body to her damp clit. Tamara moaned. The grip of her asshole relaxed into a grasp. “Fuck, that’s right.” He pushed more of himself in, until his balls relaxed against her seeping hot pussy and a whimper escaped her lips. Barely able to keep his eyes focused on hers in the mirror, he leaned forward. Lips brushed her delicate ear. “You like being my little asswhore?” “Don’t. You. Fucking. Stop.” She gasped between each word, turning her head to press against his lips. Swiping his finger back and forth over her clit, he slowly fucked her ass. She faltered, lowering toward the counter with every thrust. Moans escaped her open lips, climbing until they absorbed their bodies, clapping together harder and harder. Fuck . Reality fell into the abyss that held their morals and he found himself pumping hard into her ass. She writhed on the end of his cock, body laying out against the countertop as she breathed moans into the ...

... swirl of granite. “You love being a whore?” he prompted. “ Yes .” “You dream of gangbangs, don’t you? Gangbangs, men, and women. Anal. Fucking. Sex.” He slammed home with each word, lifting a cry from her throat. Bending over her, he put his lips to her ear again. “You love this dirty shit, don’t you? You want this and more. Double penetration. A fucking line of fuck buddies waiting for their turns at your body.” “ Yes ! Oh God, oh ...” Long, manicured nails clicked at the countertop until they found a place to hold. Tamara’s eyes rolled, mouth open wide as her whimpers dragged into a long, high pitched moan. Her asshole tightened. Brad’s balls clenched. “ Fuck !” Yanking his cock from her spasming ass, he gripped her hips. Swung her around and shoved her to the floor. Her mouth opened as her made up face, streaked with sweat and tears, faced him. She reached for his cock. Twisting from her grasp, he palmed her head. Sank his fingers into her hair-spray crusted coif to still her. He snapped his hips to the side, slapping her soft cheek with his cock. She flinched, tried to pull back. Free hand pumping his slick cock, he held her head in place. “Want to be a whore, beauty queen? Open that pretty little mouth. Now .” Her lips parted, pink tongue protruding as she peered up at him. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Cheating on his wife, fucking this woman’s ass and about to cover her tongue with cum. Guilt weighed on his conscious, but he was too far gone to stop now. The ...