Homewrecker
When you need to be used like a cheap whore
“I’m your whore, your fucking whore!” I moaned, half-screaming, as I thrust my hips into him violently, fully impaling myself on his thick, hard cock. On my hands and knees, my shapely, round ass sticking up into the air, we’d tumbled over the back of the couch when it tipped over and rolled over the floor, overturning the hardwood coffee table, various bits of home decor scattering across the stone tiles. He was also on...