Wife’s Bathroom Thrill With Three Lovers

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The water’s barely a ripple, just a thin sheen left in the tub. I’m still catching my breath, my heart pounding from the intensity. Three guys, all of them hungry, all of them wanting a piece of me. The bathroom’s a mess, towels strewn everywhere, the floor slick with water and sweat. I can still feel their hands on me, rough and demanding, pulling me into positions that left me gasping. The faucet’s dripping, a steady plink that echoes in the silence now. It’s a miracle the tub didn’t overflow, with the way they were pounding into me, each one taking their turn, then all of them together. I’m a mess, my hair soaked, my makeup smudged, but I’m grinning like a slut who just got exactly what she wanted.

Three-Way Bathroom Blowout

The guys were relentless, their bodies pressing against mine, their cocks hard and ready. I was their plaything, their hotwife, and they knew exactly how to use me. The water sloshed over the edge of the tub, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the sensation, the raw, primal need that drove them. They fucked me hard, each one taking their turn, then all of them together. I was a whore in their hands, and I loved every second of it. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of their cocks sliding in and out of me. It was a blur of pleasure and pain, and I was right in the middle of it, taking everything they had to give.

Aftermath: A Tub Full of Memories

Now, as I sit here, the water’s almost gone, and I’m left with the memories of their hands, their mouths, their cocks. The bathroom’s a disaster, but it’s a testament to the intensity of what just happened. I’m a hotwife, and I’ve got the marks to prove it. The guys are gone, but their presence lingers, the scent of sex and sweat still heavy in the air. I’m sore, but it’s a good kind of sore, the kind that reminds me of the pleasure I just experienced. The tub’s empty, but my mind’s full, replaying every dirty, delicious moment. I’m a slut, and I’m proud of it. This is what I live for, what I crave, and I’m already looking forward to the next time.

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