You’d push that motel door open and find me already on my knees, three fingers stuffed in my sloppy cunt, my juices dripping down my thighs onto that filthy carpet begging to be your cum dumpster. “Finally,” I’d purr, licking my wet fingers clean. “Get that married cock out before I soak through the fucking floor.”
You’d grab my hair and shove your dick down my throat so deep I’d gag and choke, thick strings of drool hanging off my chin while I stare up at you with watery, desperate eyes. “Mmm, yes, use my throat,” I’d moan when you pull out, a rope of spit still connecting my lips to your shaft. “Does she even let you fuck her face? Or does she just lay there like a dead fish while you do all the work?”
I’d crawl onto that pussy drenched mattress, ass up, spreading my dripping cunt wide for you. “Look how wet I am just knowing you belong to someone else,” I’d whisper, looking back over my shoulder. “I’ve been edging this hungry cunt all day thinking about you. Now fuck me like you fucking hate me.”
When you slam into me, I’d scream and push back, meeting every brutal thrust. “Oh fuck yes, stretch this pussy out! Your cock is so much thicker than I imagined. Does her loose cunt even grip you anymore? Can she take you this deep?” I’d clench around you, milking your shaft. “I’m gonna cum all over your married cock. I’m gonna soak these cheap sheets and you’re gonna remember this pussy every time you fuck her boring hole.”
I’d reach back and grab your hips, pulling you deeper. “Don’t you dare pull out. I want every drop of that cum you’ve been saving up. Fill this whore pussy up. Make me leak you for days.” And when you explode inside me, groaning and cursing, I’d collapse into the wet spot, your seed dripping down my thighs.
I’d turn around, lick your cock clean with slow, deliberate strokes, and wink. “Now go home to your wife. Kiss her with the same mouth I’m going to kiss you with, make her taste my pussy and your cock. Same time next week, baby. Don’t keep me waiting.”
