sexta-feira, 29 de abril de 2016
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O corno goza só em chupar minha buceta melada de porra enquanto conto tudo pra ele!!!!!
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Homem mesmo é o corno, que beija sua boca depois disso. Respeite o corno que te ama!
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Começando o final de semana! 😍
Amo esse meu marido mando!!!!
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cornitude: “Repete, corno! Não to ouvindo! Quem é que manda?...
“Repete, corno! Não to ouvindo! Quem é que manda? Quem é que vai ficar aqui de pau preso esperando a dona voltar?”
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Mind if I have seat??
Ride my face Summer
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sábado, 23 de abril de 2016
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My lovely slut wife riding some dude she met about three hours earlier in the hotel bar.
We were supposed to meet one of her play friends that evening but our plans fell through. It sucks when that happens (which is often), but we kept our hotel reservation anyway. We decided to make a game of our evening, to see if we could meet someone in the hotel bar. It was a long shot, but we packed the cameras and a box of condoms with the hope that we’d need both later. She got dressed as if she was planning to get laid that night, right down to the matching lace lingerie under her black button-down dress. Even if it was unlikely that we’d meet anyone, the thrill of trying is always enough to fuel some kinky married sex. And what the heck – we had the room anyway.
The lobby and bar were unusually noisy and crowded, mostly with parents and families staying there for a soccer tournament. We bantered cheerfully with several people as we made our way around the room, eventually striking up a conversation with a guy sitting by himself. He was visiting the area for some reason or other and was happy to have company. Just a dude by himself at a lame hotel bar on a Friday night. She wasn’t particularly interested in him, per se. But we already had the room and she was horny and feeling promiscuous. My wanton wife was on the prowl.
The three of us chatted and ordered more drinks. She playfully flirted with him and he openly flirted back and we all got a little tipsy. After a couple of hours the crowd thinned and our talk grew more suggestive, peppered with naughty innuendo. We had told him earlier that we lived in town, and he guessed that we were staying there to have some wild hotel sex. We laughed and admitted to it. From that point on our conversation became overtly sexual. What kind of stuff did we like in bed, how big was his dick, how kinky was she, was she trimmed or shaved, has he ever done this or that, and so forth. Then I dropped the mother-fucking H-bomb on him.
“She’s a hotwife, dude. She likes to fuck other men in front of me.”
Even my wife was caught off guard by my boldness. She stared down at the drink she was stirring, no doubt conscious that she was blushing. He looked at her, trying to figure out if I was just kidding or if this was for real. When she looked up she smiled, laughed bashfully, and nodded her head.
I closed the tab at the bar while they adjourned to our room. I didn’t hurry. When I opened the door the lights were still down and it was quiet. Neither of them acknowledged me as I locked the door behind me and turned on the video camera. He was leaning back on the bed with his jeans around his ankles. She was kneeling on the floor in front of him, her head bobbing rhythmically up and down between his legs. She already looked a touch disheveled as he had obviously ripped her clothes open the moment they got to the room. The top part of her dress was unbuttoned and pulled apart and her tits were now hanging out over her bustier. I began taking photos of the fun while my wife slurped away. She kept her lips sealed tightly around his cock as she finished unbuttoning her dress, then held it out for me to hang in the closet, then slid her panties down and handed those to me has well. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and she climbed onto the bed with him.
He fucked my wife silently and ever-so-roughly, taking full advantage of the opportunity – spanking her ass with abandon, twisting and sucking on her nipples, pulling her into position by her hair, tugging hard on her tits like udders – basically using my wife like an escort. He swapped positions too frequently at first, eager to sample everything her body had to offer, until she finally settled into riding him as you see in these pictures.
Though my wife much prefers to have ongoing relationships with the men she fucks, she’s had some great one-night stands. This night, however, was mostly forgettable, but that’s exactly what made it kind of hot. It was spontaneous and casual and anonymous. If she had been looking for a long-term friend she probably wouldn’t have given him a second thought. But that night my baby had an itch that needed to be scratched and he was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. Here was some guy from the bar downstairs pumping away inside my wife. And here was the love of my life in a dimly lit hotel room humping and grinding herself on some stranger’s cock, grunting and rutting like a bitch in heat.
He came before she could. After he shot his load he got up and got dressed. Maybe he was unsure about hotwife decorum or maybe the weirdness of it all finally caught up with him. Either way, he left amicably but abruptly. She was still lying on the bed, sweaty and naked from the waist down, when he shook my hand, kissed my wife, and walked out the door. She propped herself up on a pillow, spread her legs, and leaned back expectantly. I locked the door and crawled between her legs, savoring her fresh wetness. She was sensitive to the touch and sore, but still desperate for release. A short while later my wife groaned out her own orgasm, bucking her hips against my face.
We never saw him again. Neither of us remembers his name. He’s just some guy she fucked in an anonymous hotel bed while her husband stood in a corner and took pictures.
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Very hot!!!
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