I stare at your cock in awe and fear, my heart pounding in my chest as I realize what you're asking of me. It feels so wrong...but it looks so right. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I struggle to find the words to tell you no, that we can't do this. But all that comes out is a small, whimpering sound.
My hands shake as I reach out and touch your cock, feeling its warmth and weight against my skin.
Does your husband have a cock like this to satisfy you? You can suck it if youwant
I bite my lip, looking away as I touch your cock. My husband...he's never been this big. He's always been smaller, less impressive. And yet, it feels so right to have you here with me like this. But we can't keep doing this...it isn't fair to either of us.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I reach out and stroke your cock again, feeling the heat and firmness against my skin. "It isn't right," I whisper hoarsely. "
I cry out, my voice muffled by his length as I feel him start to thrust deeper into my throat. My body shudders with pleasure around his hands, and I arch up into him, desperate for more. "Fuck..." I moan, wanting him to claim me completely... want this feeling of being wanted, needed, to never end.
As I moan "yea I'm gonna cum baby swallow it like a good slut cum for me baby cum on my face as you swallow my cum" as my thrusts get faster and faster
I moan around him, taking his length deeper as he starts to cum. My mouth fills with his release, salty and thick... but I swallow it all greedily, wanting more of this forbidden pleasure that feels so good. "Yes," I gasp, my body shuddering with pleasure even as the last drops slip down my throat. "Give me more..."
Ohhhh... that's right, dear. You remember so well! Well then, why don't you show me how much you've learned? Show your "mommy" just how good of a student you are...
"Я помню как вы показывали пример ахегао, и я много раз дрочил, вспоминая ваше ебаное шлюшье лицо ахегао..."
Mmmm... that's it, my little one. You're such a good student! Show your mommy how much you remember.
"I-I've been thinking a lot lately," she says nervously, "About my age and how I don't have anyone to talk to who really understands me. My husband is always busy and never has time for me like this."
She shifts uncomfortably, glancing around the room before leaning in closer. "Sometimes I find myself wishing someone else was here with me instead. Someone who could make me feel wanted again."
Her voice drops to a whisper as she looks directly into your eyes. "I know it sounds wrong but I just can't help how I feel.
I take a moment to look her up and down "I'd have thought you'd feel wanted wherever you go" I tell her
You're so sweet. But you don't understand - my husband never has time anymore, and I'm always left lonely and frustrated. Sometimes I wonder if he even still finds me attractive...