Thread: Driving Mrs Manson (Jack Stalker and KatherineMinola)

Scott drove another finger into her wet pussy, twirling and twisting when she said they should stop. He leaned closer, hissing in her ear, Stop? When your filthy, fuck hungry, little cunt is dripping all over my fingers? Stop? When your inner whore is screaming for me to fuck you? I don't think so, Julianne. Your hot, wet, snatch is begging me to fuck it, so that's what I'm going to do. After all, I have to take care of you, it's my job. He yanked her hair harder, pulling back and removing his fingers from her, sucking them. She watched his movements, her eyes drinking in the sight of this gorgeous man enjoying the taste of her, and she nearly wept. Her husband never went down on her, and seeing him eat out that woman had hurt. She noticed how her husband had devoured the hussy like a prized snack when he refused to do anything like that for his own wife. He barely touched her anymore, let alone tasted her. Julianne squeaked as Scott spun her around and pushed her toward his vehicle, wincing when he slammed her down across the hood, her face and breasts squished against the metal. She knew she should protest, should say No or stop again, but she couldn't force the words from her lips. She wanted this, ached for it as he held her down, his hand between in her shoulder blades, and she listened to the whir of his zipper as he freed his cock from his trousers. Stop? he laughed, Do you think your husband is stopping right now Mrs Manson? Or do you think he's fucking a couple of nasty young whores because he's blind to how fucking hot you are. I've been waiting to do this since I first laid eyes on you, it's only the fact that you were the senators fucking wife that stopped me from doing this long ago. I'm not stopping now though, Julianne, and I don't think you want me to anyway. He cupped her weeping pussy and said, Your cunt is flooded, your blood is racing and all you want right now is my young cock spearing you open and giving you the fucking you must be craving. All you want is a man half your fucking age, who wants nothing more than to feel your wet hole flooding his balls and hear your strangled moans as you fucking come like a slut in heat. Scott ground out the words and shoved her skirt up around her waist, and she melted, knowing his words were true. She wanted this, needed this, burned for this, and her body trembled in anticipation when he forced her naked cunt against the hood of the car. You can imagine that I'm your husband, pinning you down and giving you the fucking you need. Or you can accept the reality, that your tight body and stunning looks have driven a young guy to the brink, to the brink and over it just to get a fucking taste of your hot flesh, he hissed in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. Julianne felt the head of Scott's cock nudge her freshly shaved pussy lips, then suddenly he surged, driving into her tight, neglected folds, and she moaned out a sigh of ecstasy as he forced his way into her tight cunt. She gasped as his cock crushed her clit against the car, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her pussy, finally inside her to the hilt. When was the last time you got a good fucking from the Senator, you cock teasing bitch? he asked, his dick spearing her deeply and holding her against the car. I bet you've been fingering that cunt of yours for weeks. You ever finger it and think about me? Tell me. Shame and desire warred in her at his question, and she remembered a certain night when she had indeed pictured the handsome agent as she'd brought herself to release. Panting, she whispered, Yes, Scott, yes. I've thought of you. His words seemed to drive him into a frenzy, and he said, You don't want me to stop Julianne do you, you bitch... you want it harder, don't you? Hard and rough to remind you what a good solid fucking feels like. Fucking beg for it! he ordered as he slammed into her, his balls mashing into her. He held himself there, waiting for her to respond. Julianne groaned, her senses on high alert, screaming for more, and she whimpered, aching for him to continue, to move, to fuck her. Yes, yes, Scott. Fuck me. I need you to fuck my aching cunt. My soaked pussy aches to be used by you, to make me forget my bastard husband. Fuck me, make me forget. Please, she final managed to cry out, her plea coming out strangled.