Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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While he rained kisses all over her chest and breasts, Rohan relaxed his hips, and once more, flexed forward. This time, his hard penis plunged directly, deep inside her wet, throbbing vagina, overcoming its resistive tightness and violently stretching her walls. It was aggressive, sudden, and incredibly desperate. Shazia began to gasp for air. Just moments earlier, she had eagerly sneaked out with him expecting a naughty, flirty stroll to see his Porsche, but the unexpected escalation to sex caught her completely unprepared. The sudden shift—from going to look at his car, to getting brutally penetrated on his hotel bed within minutes—left her body completely shocked. Her vaginal muscles contracted tightly around Rohan’s thick penis, instinctively opposing the sudden, massive assault. But the sudden fullness inside her, together with his desperate kisses on her chest and breasts and his ruthless hands gripping her under-thighs, broke her resistance fully. The quiet, conservative wife died completely on that resort bed at that very moment, replaced by a desperate, moaning slut taking the thick cock of her husband's wealthy rival with reckless abandon. She was willingly surrendering her dripping wet vaginal hole to the dominant stranger who had just publicly humiliated her husband. Shazia's world dissolved into pure, blinding sensation. The feeling of being filled—utterly, completely, impossibly filled—was overwhelming. She felt every inch of him, every pulse, every throb, every ridge and contour of the flesh that was now buried inside her.
 
"Ahhh... Rohan..." Her voice was a sobbing, breathless moan. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "Itna bada... itna gehra..." (So big... so deep...)
 
"Fuck... you are so fucking tight," he groaned against her neck. He held himself still for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust to the size of him, savoring the hot, wet, velvety grip of her pussy around his cock. His face was buried in the crook of her neck; his breath was hot and ragged against her skin.
 
Kissing her neck, he gradually lowered himself slightly, planting loud, wet kisses on her soft breasts and deep cleavage. Inside the dark, secluded private cottage room, the air suddenly turned thick with heavy breathing and raw lust. Shazia was pinned against the bed, her lips swollen and bruised from Rohan's deep, aggressive kisses.
 
Then, he began to move.