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It was in the pit of his stomach boiling away at him. Why had she worked him to the point of frenzy? Was she testing him?
Her body spoke of seduction but her games smelled of deceit. She knew that Mitch was a married man and yet she intentionally answered the door wearing nothing but water from an evening shower. She was leaving on a business trip thousands of miles away and he was here to watch her cat for a few days.
She watched as he absorbed the view of her. He melted on sight. Her perky breasts with perfectly proportioned pink nipples made him gawk. They were enough to ravage in his mouth. A dark strip of pubic hair led the way into her moist haven. She knew what she was doing. She knew how much he thought about her. She knew he sat at home stroking his massive cock and spraying his belly with glutting loads of sperm.
She wetted to the thought of it. He stood there stiffening in his pants. She had seen him naked. His round butt, glistening from an overhead dome light in his own home, with his wife there.
He was a dirty little cuss. She wanted nothing more than to make his dick scream for mercy. She wanted it to clinch so hard that little droplets of cum escaped on their own.
Mitch took in every inch of her body. A slight pudge made up her midsection. Her cum belly as he called it. Her breasts seemed to shout out at him, chanting in his ears to touch them and squeeze them. But Mitch restrained.
?I apologize for my indecency, I hope you will not call the police on me.? She said licking her lips and taunting her pussy with her middle finger.
Mitch stood locked, unable to move except for the redirected flow of blood to his genitals. His body ached. Would it be so bad if I grabbed her threw her to the ground and fucked her right here, he thought deceptively.
But she was the one doing it to him. She teased in her house as a form of payback for what he had done. Oh, what a night that had been. The image of his cock burned into her brain. She searched around the entire house for something large enough. Something that resembled his dick was all she needed. A vegetable in her crisper was he that night. She went to her bedroom, imagining him there and thrust the unsuspecting green course object into her as she screamed out his name. The torture that he had put her through. How badly she had needed to cum. How badly she wanted him to spray her tits with loads of his silky white fluid.
Mitch nodded. It was all he could do as she turned and walked away from him. He stared at her ass. The texture was smooth and supple. Her crack extending deep under her. He wanted to trace that line with his tongue. He wanted to feel her squirm in his mouth. He could only Ataşehir Escort imagine all of her washing over his face.
?Mitch?? she asked wrapping a towel around her body. ?Can I ask you a question??
Her breasts pressed together and formed a deep valley consuming Mitch?s attention.
He quickly snapped out of it and replied. ?What??
Mitch?s mouth was dry. He yearned for the liquid that she could squirt from her pussy. He could smell it lingering in the air. The acrid smell of sex was undeniable. But it was more that that. It was the dirtiest, most despicable, foulest, lewdest, most incomprehensible smell but sweet to the aroused man, the smell of heat. Her scent made Mitch engorge to maximum capacity. He was so hard he thought his dick would break through the brass zipper of his Levi?s
Then the words flowed from her mouth. ?What would your wife think if she saw us fucking?? She emphasized fucking with her lips. This behavior was unlike her to Mitch. He almost fell to the floor right there. It would have been easier to take if she had whipped him first.
Mitch couldn?t reply. The strain on his groin made him want to break free from his denim. But he was cautious. It was a trap. Along with the smell in the air, Mitch could sense her deviance dripping from her clit.
?Mitch fuck me. Fuck me like your wife was watching. Fuck me like she was tied to a chair and squirming to stop the horrendous act but couldn?t because she was bound and tied. Mitch I want you to fuck me like you think I am a whore.?
Mitch almost came right then and there. She ripped open her towel swept all the items off of her coffee table, laid down, and spread her legs.
Mitch could see the wetness running down her thigh. The moisture glistened in the light like a piece of ice. But he knew it wasn?t cold. He only knew of the heat. A heat so thick, that he could cut it with a knife.
Mitch reeled. His decision was unknown even to him. The temptation of it all was overwhelming. He watched as she stroked her self. She did so with a curious eye on his crotch. Slow at first and then faster, more violently, like she was dying of thirst and wanted just a sip of water.
The excruciating view Mitch endured made his muscle bulge and his balls pulsate. He couldn?t take it anymore. He never would have known that her seeing him naked would have lead to such a thing. What had he set off? What had he started?
Mitch didn?t remove his clothing. He only undid his pants and drew them down past his knees. His dick stabbed the air as he descended down upon her.

She reached out, as he was about to enter