Harry was breathing heavily, pressing Sally’s head down and forcing the base of his penis directly into her mouth.
"Oh!~~~~No!~~~Oh!~~~No!~~~Oh~~~Really no!~~~" S
ally pursed her lips tightly as she looked at the tempting mass of flesh near them, and finally, in sha, she slightly opened her mouth.
Harry gently thrust his waist so that the glans was pressed between her lips. Even while Sally remained shy and hesitant, the hard mber was already forced into her mouth.
"Mmm!~~~Gu!~~~Mmm!~~Guzi~~~~Mmm!~~~~No!~~~Mmm!~~Guzi!~~Guzi!~~"
Although Sally continued to cry out "no," her mouth had already wrapped around Harry’s hard, hot penis, and she began to suck it gently, mixing awkwardness with a trace of reluctant enjoynt.
Feeling the hard, hot flesh thrusting in her mouth, Sally found herself fantasizing about that sa hard, hot mber being inserted into her vagina, about the pleasure of it moving freely inside her.
Simply having the man’s penis in her mouth, feeling its firmness and warmth, sent waves of satisfaction and enjoynt through her.
It had been too long since Sally had tasted a man! Too long since she had felt a man’s hot body! Countless lonely nights had left her tossing and turning in emptiness!
The adult video that Harry had sent her the previous night had rendered her uncontrollable. In secret, while her daughter slept, she had masturbated with her fingers. Looking at her own wet, tender vagina dripping with love juice, Sally lanted that her youth felt wasted.
With such a good body, she could only feel sorry for herself and try to comfort herself—but how could her fingers compare to a man’s penis?
Sally had released her sexual desire twice by watching that video the previous night, yet she felt even more unsatisfied and empty.
She longed to be loved, to be filled with flesh, to experience the warmth of a man’s chest and body—and she even fantasized about being raped by a wild man... Because if she were raped, at least it wouldn’t be by her own will!
At least she would remain a loyal wife and a good mother... At least she wouldn’t bear the burden of psychological guilt! Being raped—so long as she told no one—ant there would be no emotional entanglent and little psychological burden.
After all, she would be just another victim...
The emptiness and loneliness that plagued Sally had warped her desire for sex. As she fantasized about the exquisite pleasure of Harry’s hard cock penetrating her vagina, she shouted "No~ No~" even as she sucked his cock with big, determined mouthfuls.
Her soft tongue wrapped around his penis, greedily swallowing it again and again.
That sensation transford Sally’s fantasy of being raped into sothing disturbingly tangible. She found herself unable to help but long for Harry to rape her, to humiliate her... Crystal-clear saliva slid from the corner of her mouth.
The awkward yet frenzied swallowing made Harry feel at ease, as if every pore on his body relaxed.
Looking at the beautiful, married woman before him—greedily holding the root of his penis and sucking it with abandon—Harry suddenly felt an unsettling sense of accomplishnt.
The woman in front of him was soone else’s wife! Yet here he was, in another man’s ho, coaxing soone else’s wife to perform oral sex on him! This act of cheating filled Harry with a strange thrill and stimulation.
Sleeping with soone else’s wife was far more exhilarating and fresh than sleeping with his own.
Harry had never experienced such passionate pleasure with his wife, Wanda! Even though Wanda was gentle and, in so ways, perhaps even more attractive than Sally, Harry still believed that having an affair with Sally was far more gratifying than having sex with his wife in the bedroom.
"Honey, does it taste good? Do you want my big cock stuffed into your little pussy? Hmm?"
Harry said as he pulled his penis from Sally’s mouth and pounced on her naked body once again. He caressed her trembling, large white breasts with his hand and gently teased her ears with his tongue.
"Hmm!~~~Hmm!~~~" Sally moaned instinctively at first, then imdiately shook her head in sha, her face flushing with guilt as she protested, "Ah!~~No!~~~Haah!~~~No~~~Don’t~~~~No!~~~"
Before Sally could resolve the conflict between her sha and her hunger, Harry’s hand had already clutched her tight yoga pants. As his passionate kisses continued, his tongue entwined around
Sally’s breasts, her nipples, and then trailed down to her lower abdon. Slowly, Harry removed Sally’s yoga pants.
"Mmmmm!~~Haah!~~~Well!~~~It’s itchy!~~Ha!~~So comfortable!~~~No!~~Uh uh!~~Uh uh ah!~~~No!~~~Don’t take it off!~~~We can’t do this!~~~We both have families!~~~~I can’t let my husband down!~~~Ah!~~~My daughter is still in the room!~~It’s so embarrassing when she wakes up and sees us like this!~~No!~~Haah!~~~Mmmmm!~~Ahhh!~~"
Sally panted shafully, her soft, weak hands gently pushing against Harry’s shoulders.
Harry’s hot, wet kisses traveled all the way down; his tongue slid across Sally’s flat belly, and he gently kissed the red lace of her already damp panties.
His warm lips lightly dotted her moist crotch, and every touch made Sally tremble all over.
After completely removing Sally’s yoga pants, Harry’s fingers caressed her plump, smooth legs before sliding down to her wet panties.
The damp fabric clung tightly around her full, tender pussy. The thin, wet cotton was slightly transparent, hinting at the plump, tender curves beneath.
The panties hugged her labia so firmly that they left a shallow groove, and a few stray strands of black pubic hair peeked out from the gap between the underwear and her crotch—much like wild weeds stubbornly breaking free of their restraints to display their vitality.
"Sally! Your panties are all wet! You must really be wanting it, right?! Hmm?!~~~" Harry said eagerly, his gaze fixed greedily on the evidence of her arousal as his fingers gently traced the subtle indentations.
"Hah! It’s itchy! So itchy! No! No! I didn’t! I didn’t do that! Haah! Ah haha! Um!"
Sally replied, her flushed, red face turning away as she blinked her large, watery eyes, unwilling to et Harry’s fiery gaze. The gentle caress, however, sent spasms through her body.
Harry’s fingers continued to glide along the small depression in the fabric until, suddenly, his thumb pressed on the upper edge of the indentation in the underwear.
With deliberate pressure, he forced contact with Sally’s sensitive clitoris through the slippery material. Sally trembled as if struck by a mild electric shock, and her legs instinctively clamped around Harry’s body.
A mischievous smile played on his lips as he began to rub his thumb up and down, continuously stimulating the sensitive spot.
"Hah!~Don’t!~It’s itchy!~Itchy!~It’s so uncomfortable!~It’s uncomfortable!~Don’t do this!~Ah!~Ha!~Ha!~Ahahahahaha!~Itchy!~Itchy!~There!~No!~Haha!~"
Despite her protests, Sally was burning with desire—how could she possibly resist such teasing from Harry?
As his thumb moved rhythmically, her delicate body trembled continuously. A painful moan of release escaped her as a stream of warm love fluid suddenly flowed from her sensitive spot.
With a soft "puff!", the love fluid spurted onto her wet panties. A large amount of the hot secretion seeped out from the gap in the fabric, with crystal-clear droplets forming and sliding down in a sticky, silky cascade.
"Hiss!!~~~ Squirting?!~~"
Sally had actually reached orgasm from the stimulation of his thumb alone! Harry could scarcely believe that the Milf before him possessed such a potent sexual appetite—her body responded so vividly even to his teasing touch.
He marveled at how long she must have held back, maintaining such a flirty composure, and now he felt that he had truly discovered a treasure during their one-night stand.
This Milf, capable of squirting copious amounts of fluid at any ti, appeared to be the most stunning beauty among won—the ultimate conquest that many n fantasize about.
Harry felt that having sex with such a tender and juicy young woman would be extrely exciting and thoroughly enjoyable—so much so that this amount of fluid could practically subrge his dick!
"Ahahahaha! ~~~Ah! ~~Ah! ~~~No! ~~~Don’t look! ~~~Don’t look there! ~~~Ah! ~~It’s so embarrassing! ~~~Please! ~~~Don’t look! ~~~~~"
Sally cried, shaking her head in sha as she covered her burning cheeks with her hands, mortified that water had just sprayed from her lower body.
"Sally, you’ve secreted so much water! Your panties are all wet! Let take them off for you!" Harry said, reaching out to grasp her panties and slowly pulling them down.
"No! No! Ah! Ha! Ouch! No! Ah!"
Sally twisted her naked body, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassnt as she covered them with her hands. Despite her protests and foolish, pleading look, her plump, white buttocks instinctively lifted to accommodate Harry as he removed her panties.
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