33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle by Nikita Storm, Bessie Hucow, Mystique Vixen
Book: 33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle by Nikita Storm, Bessie Hucow, Mystique Vixen
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inner fire had been stoked. I wasn't sure what the two of them had in mind, but I shivered in anticipation of it.
"Well, hello there!" Bert answered dressed in just shorts with no shirt. I demurely looked away as I pressed my legs together, holding back an orgasm. My word he was handsome.
"I brought the missus along with me on the route today and it seems as though she forgot her coat. May we come in so she can get warmed up and perhaps we can discuss some business."
Bert stared down at my leaky breasts lecherously. I blushed furiously as I realized that for the first time a man who was not my husband was seeing my breasts. The soaked nightie covered absolutely nothing and may as well have not even been there. He must've appreciated what he saw because he had the widest grin on his face.
"Sure, sure. I was just brewing up some coffee. Would you two like some?" He stepped aside and ushered us in.
I nodded, my teeth chattering from the cold and my thighs covered in hot pussy juice. I was a comedic sketch of extremes. After pouring us some coffee, Bert grabbed a towel for me to dry off with, handed me one of his robes and took my cold, milk-soaked nightie from me. As I sipped my coffee and read the morning paper, the two boys excused themselves to the parlor to talk business.
I was far too nervous and excited to actually read the paper. Were they really discussing me? Talking about my breasts? My mother's milk? Even though I was fairly warmed up, I was still shivering. My mind drifted to how much of a hunk Bert was. His five o' clock shadow was hot!
My hand crept into the folds of the robe. This was absolutely scandalous! I wondered how much money Bert was willing to pay for a taste of my mother's milk. How was I going to deliver it to him? Just take a cup into the restroom and express myself into it? Surely my husband wouldn't allow Bert to see my breasts. Would he? Then again, he apparently had no qualms discussing my body with all the guys around town.
I leaned back in the chair and pleasured myself, thinking about what a handsome stud he was. I pictured my hands climbing all over his muscular chest. I'd feel his stubble on his face and he'd kiss my finger as it drew over his lips. I could feel his strong, yet soft hands reach out and gently caress my breasts.
My finger slowly slipped into my wet pussy. I pretended it was his as he pressed his masculine lips to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my mouth as he fingered me over and over to climax. Then, he laid me down and poised his massive cock at my entrance as I moaned into his mouth and told him to take me.
That was all my body needed to send me into a massive orgasm and it was all I could do to not cry out and call attention to myself. The kitchen dipped and swayed as pulses of energy rocked my body. Milk sprayed everywhere as my robe fell open, exposing my naughty secrets.
When it was over, I quickly covered myself up and looked around the room. I was grateful that no one had entered - I would've been mortified if they had. It took a few minutes to regain my composure and then, on shaky footing, I went off in search of the ladies' room.
Sitting on the toilet I touched myself again. I don't know what was triggering my horniness more - the fact that I was nearly naked in my dream man's house, or that my husband was negotiating for my bodily fluids. Whatever it was, I had another orgasm on the toilet. I wish that I could've leaned over into the washtub and emptied my full, aching breasts, but I knew that Bert would be emptying them for me soon.
When I was finished with the ladies' room, I started back to the kitchen, but thought I heard my name and listened in on their conversation. Shh! Don't tell anyone!
"I'm pretty sure my wife is ovulating, Bert. If you want to knock her up in addition, you can, but it'll cost you." I heard my husband say.
Oh my God! I pressed my hand to my mouth as my mind tried to comprehend what I just heard. He was talking about a
"Well, hello there!" Bert answered dressed in just shorts with no shirt. I demurely looked away as I pressed my legs together, holding back an orgasm. My word he was handsome.
"I brought the missus along with me on the route today and it seems as though she forgot her coat. May we come in so she can get warmed up and perhaps we can discuss some business."
Bert stared down at my leaky breasts lecherously. I blushed furiously as I realized that for the first time a man who was not my husband was seeing my breasts. The soaked nightie covered absolutely nothing and may as well have not even been there. He must've appreciated what he saw because he had the widest grin on his face.
"Sure, sure. I was just brewing up some coffee. Would you two like some?" He stepped aside and ushered us in.
I nodded, my teeth chattering from the cold and my thighs covered in hot pussy juice. I was a comedic sketch of extremes. After pouring us some coffee, Bert grabbed a towel for me to dry off with, handed me one of his robes and took my cold, milk-soaked nightie from me. As I sipped my coffee and read the morning paper, the two boys excused themselves to the parlor to talk business.
I was far too nervous and excited to actually read the paper. Were they really discussing me? Talking about my breasts? My mother's milk? Even though I was fairly warmed up, I was still shivering. My mind drifted to how much of a hunk Bert was. His five o' clock shadow was hot!
My hand crept into the folds of the robe. This was absolutely scandalous! I wondered how much money Bert was willing to pay for a taste of my mother's milk. How was I going to deliver it to him? Just take a cup into the restroom and express myself into it? Surely my husband wouldn't allow Bert to see my breasts. Would he? Then again, he apparently had no qualms discussing my body with all the guys around town.
I leaned back in the chair and pleasured myself, thinking about what a handsome stud he was. I pictured my hands climbing all over his muscular chest. I'd feel his stubble on his face and he'd kiss my finger as it drew over his lips. I could feel his strong, yet soft hands reach out and gently caress my breasts.
My finger slowly slipped into my wet pussy. I pretended it was his as he pressed his masculine lips to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my mouth as he fingered me over and over to climax. Then, he laid me down and poised his massive cock at my entrance as I moaned into his mouth and told him to take me.
That was all my body needed to send me into a massive orgasm and it was all I could do to not cry out and call attention to myself. The kitchen dipped and swayed as pulses of energy rocked my body. Milk sprayed everywhere as my robe fell open, exposing my naughty secrets.
When it was over, I quickly covered myself up and looked around the room. I was grateful that no one had entered - I would've been mortified if they had. It took a few minutes to regain my composure and then, on shaky footing, I went off in search of the ladies' room.
Sitting on the toilet I touched myself again. I don't know what was triggering my horniness more - the fact that I was nearly naked in my dream man's house, or that my husband was negotiating for my bodily fluids. Whatever it was, I had another orgasm on the toilet. I wish that I could've leaned over into the washtub and emptied my full, aching breasts, but I knew that Bert would be emptying them for me soon.
When I was finished with the ladies' room, I started back to the kitchen, but thought I heard my name and listened in on their conversation. Shh! Don't tell anyone!
"I'm pretty sure my wife is ovulating, Bert. If you want to knock her up in addition, you can, but it'll cost you." I heard my husband say.
Oh my God! I pressed my hand to my mouth as my mind tried to comprehend what I just heard. He was talking about a
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