Exhausted and Used: My Slutty Wife’s Late-Night Bull Ride

This morning, I woke up with a smile, my body still tingling from last night’s adventures. I’m sorry, honey, but we were up late, and I need to catch some sleep before he wants to do it all over again tonight. The thrill of it all keeps me going, even when my body begs for rest. I can’t help but think about how he took me, his strong hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. The lace of my thong barely covered anything, and he knew it. He always knows exactly what I need, what I crave. And now, as I stand here, my back to the window, I can feel the cool air on my exposed skin, a reminder of the night’s heat. I’m already looking forward to tonight, to the way he’ll make me feel again. But for now, I need to rest, to recharge for the next round. It’s a good kind of exhaustion, the kind that comes from being thoroughly satisfied.

Midnight Encounters: A Hotwife’s Secret Life

The way he looks at me, with that hungry gaze, it’s like he can see right through me. And I love it. I love the way he makes me feel, the way he commands my body. Last night, as I stood here, my ass barely covered by this tiny thong, I could feel his eyes on me, devouring every curve. He knows how to tease, how to build the tension until I’m begging for release. And he does it so well, taking his time, drawing out every moment. I can still feel the ghost of his touch, the memory of his cock inside me. It’s a feeling I never want to forget, a need I can’t ignore. So, even though I’m tired, even though my body aches, I’m already anticipating tonight. I’m already craving more. Because with him, it’s never enough. It’s never just sex; it’s a connection, a dance, a game of power and pleasure. And I’m always ready to play.