The sound of skin meeting skin, the rhythmic slap of his hips against her ass, fills the room. It’s a familiar sound, one that’s become a regular part of our lives. I sit here, listening, my mind racing with a mix of jealousy and arousal. Her moans, deep and guttural, echo through the hotel room, a testament to the pleasure she’s experiencing. I can almost see it: her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his flesh as he drives his massive cock into her. She’s always been a vocal lover, and today is no different. The way she cries out, the way her voice quivers with each thrust, it’s like she’s in a trance, lost in the sensation of his thick, veiny cock stretching her tight pussy.But it’s not just the sound that gets to me. It’s the knowledge, the reality of what’s happening. She’s with him, a man she’s chosen to satisfy her deepest desires. A man with a cock so big it makes her gasp, a cock that fills her in ways I never could. I can picture it now, his massive member sliding in and out of her, her juices coating his shaft, making it glisten in the dim light. She loves it, loves the way he takes control, the way he makes her feel like a woman. And I’m here, listening, my own cock hard and aching, a silent witness to her pleasure.
Hotel Room: Her Hands on His Back
Her hands, those delicate hands that once belonged only to me, are now exploring his body. I can imagine the feel of his muscles under her fingertips, the way his skin must be slick with sweat. She’s not just a passive participant; she’s an active lover, guiding him, urging him deeper. Her breath hitches, and I know she’s close, her body tensing as she nears the edge. The sound of his grunts, the way his breathing becomes ragged, tells me he’s close too. They’re in sync, their bodies moving as one, a dance of lust and desire.And then, the final act. Her cry, a mix of pleasure and release, echoes through the room. I can almost feel it, the way her pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for every drop. He groans, a deep, guttural sound, and I know he’s coming, filling her with his seed. She takes it all, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. And in that moment, I’m both envious and grateful, envious of the pleasure she’s experiencing, grateful for the trust she places in me to let her have this. It’s a complex mix of emotions, one that’s become a part of our unique dynamic.
Afternoon Delight: A Bedroom Encounter
Afternoon Delight: Cuckold’s Bedroom Betrayal
Afternoon Delight: Husband’s Surprise Creampie
Intimate Moments: A Hotwife’s Afternoon Delight
Hotwife’s Crafty Afternoon Delight
Riding Stepdaddy Paul Before Tying My Tubes
Afternoon Delight: MILF’s Teasing Blowjob
Afternoon Delight: A Spontaneous Encounter
