Thread: Driving Mrs Manson (Jack Stalker and KatherineMinola)

Scott drove into her hard and deep, slamming her body against the hood of the car so hard that she inched up with each thrust, her feet no longer on the ground. She moaned, her hands sliding along the warm metal to find a fingerhold and wrapping around the edge of the bonnet. Her pussy wept as he fucked her, her clit vibrating with the friction between his cock and the hood of the car. Her abdominal muscles moved as she struggled to maintain any semblance of composure. Fuck, you're shaved like a fucking schoolgirl, and your husband still doesn't fuck you? Scott asked and shook his head. His loss... AHHhhh... he groaned. He slide a hand from her hips and moved it beneath her, teasing her clit, massaging it over and over as his cock rammed deep into her tight pussy. He...he...he..., she panted for breath, enjoying the raw animalism of his fucking, He hasn't touched me in months. Scott abandoned all reason as he pummeled her against the hood. He drilled into her, his grip hard, his fingers pinching her clit, and his cock abusing her neglected cunt until it wept onto the car. You likely only stay with that fuck because you have to, right? he ground into her ear. I imagine you'd hate losing access to all that fucking money he must have skimmed off of the campaign funds. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vise, and he grunted, stopping to compose himself. He fought the urge to release back, then he started up again, pounding into her without pause or mercy. So, if you want to keep all that fucking money, you're going to have to hope he never finds out that some secret service man didn't fuck his wife over the hood of his car, aren't you Julianne? Gasping as her body fought back her orgasm, wanting to prolong this for every moment, Julianne groaned, lifting her ass so that he slid deeper into her fuck hole. Just fuck me, Scott. Make me forget him. Make me forget everything, she moaned. He released her clit and gripped her hips with both hands, shoving her skirt up to her waist, totally exposing the lower half of her body to his lust-filled gaze and unrelenting thrusts. Then leaning over her, breathing hotly in her ear, Scott replied, I don't want you to forget your husband. I want you to remember what he'll do to you if he finds out about your adulterous and slutty behavior. I want you to remember that, from now on, you're going to have to do whatever the fuck I tell you to if you want to stay out of the gutter, he grunted, biting her earlobe. Her mind foggy from desire, muscles tensing on the brink of release, she whimpered, Yes, yes...whatever you say, Scott. Now, push back you filthy cock loving little bitch, he ordered, his nails sinking into her fleshy hips. Let yourself go, I want you moaning like a whore. When I fuck you in your own damn house with a pillow over your face to mother your moans, well, that'll be one thing. Out here though, well, I want to hear you fucking screaming. Go on Julianne, scream like a fucking whore. Beg for the fucking you now your tight cunt is begging for. On cue, she pushed back, and he slammed deep and hard into her, pressing against her cervix. Her muscles spasmed, body trembling violently, and she screamed, cumming around his cock as her pussy tightened and gripped tighter than anything else he'd ever experienced.