Adultery My Fiancee's Happiness

[Lucifer8797]

He felt the finish climb his spine. He tried to pull out. Her legs held him in. He came inside her, pulse after pulse, hot, filling her.



He fell on her and rested. She liked carrying his weight. The itch from the engagement had finally been fed. Her imagination had not come close. She had not known her pussy could give this much ecstasy. She hugged him tight and kissed him. She rested too.

Their breathing slowed. She still held him. Then he rolled off her. They lay naked side by side. The rain stopped. Then the power came back. The studio lights came on. They turned their faces to each other. Both smiled, satisfied. Thanks was in the look, and hunger too.

“Were you in heaven?”

She nodded. She sat up first and saw her pussy. His cum was flowing out of her like a river.



“Did you piss in me?”

He thought she was joking. Then he looked at her face and saw she was serious. She was too naive to tell cum from piss. That innocence hit him. His cock thickened again.

“Shall we go upstairs?”

She bit her lower lip and hid her face in his chest, laughing. She wanted the night to go on.

The clock was already past eleven. He stood first. He lifted her off the table onto his right shoulder. The cheeks of her ass pressed his face. He was excited. He carried her out of the studio, both of them naked.

Cold air hit them. He turned to look at her face. She covered it with both palms. The hair on her legs stood up. He understood. She liked this.

He bit her ass as he locked the studio. A moan came out of her. Then he walked up to his room and put her on his bed.

He lay next to her. She turned toward him. Her breasts pressed his arm. She looked down. His cock lay heavy on his stomach. It twitched. It thickened. Cool air from the AC moved over them, and the sweat on his skin went. His cock kept filling, rising, getting fatter, standing. She watched it grow. Excitement hit her. It was the first time she had seen a cock do that. It stood at last, thick, the head wet.

“You like watching it grow.”

“Hmm.”

Juice ran onto her thigh. She stared.



“Hold it.”

She put her hand on him, light, her fingers soft around the shaft.

“Tighter. Shake.”

She squeezed and shook it. It jumped hard in her fist, a thick pulse that lifted her hand.



“Can you feel the pulse.”

“Hmm.”

“Ready.”

She smiled and nodded.

He held her ass and lifted her over him. Her knees found the sheets.

“Put me in.”

She put him at her hole. She was still wet with him from downstairs. He lowered her. The fat head kissed her again and opened her.

“Ah.”



He held her there, her ass in his hands, only the head inside.

“Stay on that. That’s the fattest bit. Bounce on it. Don’t drop.”



She tried a small bounce. The head tugged her open and shut. Juice ran down the shaft that was still out.

“Mm.”

He took her breasts.

“Hold these. Ride the head. Look how much is left.”



She looked. Most of him stood between them, wet. She bounced, her hole stretched around the mushroom, her tits in his grip.

“Oh.”

“Hear that. Your hole is kissing it. Keep kissing.”

“Ohh.”



Her knees slipped. She caught herself. He squeezed her breasts, pinched the nipples, lifted them and let them drop, then held them while she worked the head.

“These tits. I can hold on. That’s how I keep going.”

“Oh.”

The words made her clench on the head. He pulled at the hair on her cunt, a firm tug that made her gasp and squeeze him again.

“Milk it. It’s sucking me.”

“Nh.”

She looked down at his hand on her bush.

“Look at me.”

She did. Her mouth was open. Her eyes stayed on his.

“You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you. You want the rest.”

“Hmm.”

He tugged her bush again.

“Say it.”

“Yes.”

He let her down more, slow, another few inches, and stopped her before the root.



“Kunal.”

“Now you’ve got meat. Bounce on that.”

She bounced on the thicker stretch, her bush still not reaching him.



“More.”

He gripped her hips and held her there.

“Take the rest.”