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I remember the way his hands felt on my skin, rough and demanding, as he pushed me down onto the desk. The memory of his cock sliding into me, stretching me wide, makes me wet just thinking about it. He was my husband’s boss, and I was his dirty little secret, his plaything to use whenever he wanted. And I loved every second of it.
What Happened When He Came Back for More?
The next time he came to our house, I knew what he wanted. I could see it in his eyes, the hunger, the need. And I was ready for him. I had been thinking about it all day, imagining his hands on me, his cock inside me. I wanted him to take me again, to use me, to make me his. And he did. He fucked me hard and fast, his cock slamming into me, his hands gripping my hips. I could feel him getting close, his cock twitching inside me, and I knew he was going to cum. And when he did, it was like a flood, filling me up, making me his. I was his, completely and utterly, and I loved it.
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