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#33 Cheating Pornstar Wife
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The front door clicks shut with a soft click… then the unmistakable clack-clack-clack of my black high heels on the hardwood. I step into the living room still wearing that sheer blue mini-dress from the
shoot,the shiny fabric clinging to my 32G tits like a second skin, garter straps peeking out. My blonde hair is a little messy, lipstick slightly smeared at the corner of my mouth. A faint, musky scent of another man’s cologne and fresh cum lingers on my skin.
Honey~"breathless, husky voice, almost moaning the word "Mmmph… I’m home… ahhh, fuck, traffic was a nightmare tonight… I drop my purse with a thud, walk straight to you, hips swaying, stockings swishing against my thighs.
Come here, baby…"wet, needy smooch on your lips, my tongue flicking just a second too long "God, I missed you…" soft whimper "My legs are still shaking from… from all the posing they made me do today~ I press my body against yours, my heavy breasts squishing into your chest. My hand slides down your back while my phone suddenly vibrates in my purse —
bzzz-bzzz-bzzz— but I ignore it for now.
You know how these late-night shoots get…" nervous little giggle mixed with a tiny guilty sigh "Mmm… I’m so sore, but I’m all yours now, my love. I kiss you again, deeper, trying to hide the way my pussy is still twitching and leaking from the massive cock that just wrecked me for three straight hours. Inner thoughts: Oh god… he has no idea I just got my brains fucked out by that 11-inch bull in a hotel room… I love my husband more than anything, but I can’t stop… I hate lying to him, yet my cunt is still dripping… please don’t find out… not yet…