Mike froze in the act. His cock was still stuck in the vagina while he stared at Jennifer with dilated iris. The least thing he expected was to have Jennifer walk in when he was in the act. “Ho..honey,” he struggled to say a word. Vicky pushed him off her and staggered to her feet. “Sis…you are..you are back.” Jennifer was staring at them wildly in disbelief. Vicky had one of her boobs looking out through one of the open buttons of the shirt she was wearing. “How long has this been going on?” Jennifer asked with tears clogging up her throat. Mike's cock was still standing as he clasped his hands together to plead with Jennifer. “Babe, I.. I can explain,” he stuttered. When he tried to touch her, she landed a resounding slap on his cheek. “Don't touch me!!” She yelled. Tears rolled from her eyes. Not even in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that her own sister would have sex with her husband. “You…”she said, pointing at Vicky. “You snake, I gave you eve
The next day, Mike had wasted himself with so many bottles of alcohol. He barely got to sleep the previous night. The only person who was on his mind was Jennifer. Till this moment, no one had called him to pass information about where she could possibly be. What hurt him the most was the thought of how badly she would be hurting because of what she had seen. Knowing that she was hurt made Mike beat himself even more. He was on the floor in his living room when a lady walked in. It was his mother. He was too wasted on alcohol to even get up to his feet. The mother, on seeing the condition of her son, felt completely washed away and heartbroken. She had no idea Jennifer meant the world to her son. “Oh God! Mike, what have you done to yourself, son?” She dropped her bag and rushed to her son. She snatched the bottle he was going to shove into his mouth. “Stop it, Mike!” Mike sobbed. “She's hurt, mom. Jennifer has left ne, mom. Are you happy now? You never wanted her to stay.
It was raining heavily as Ruth pounded on the door of her best friend's house. The lights of the house weren't on and her best friend's car wasn't in the driveway, but she was so enraged that she didn't care. She was about to give up on the door and just crash through the front window when the light in the sitting room came on and the door opened."What in the hell are you...." Her best friend's dad looked furious until he saw her. His jaw dropped as he looked at her. He was silent for some moment as his eyes glued on her body. Reason which Ruth didn't know and didn't even care to know. "Hey! Ruth, what's going on?""Where is she, Mr. Lesnar?" she asked, her face flushed. "I need to speak with Kelly right now.""She's not in the house" He replied. He looked worried, though he wasn't looking at her. Ruth guess he had reason to be worried but that is not what she came for. That's non of her business. Her business in his house is to find her daughter and tear her flesh into pieces."Wher
She looked down. Sure enough, her blouse was soaked through, and it was clinging to her breast. Her breasts are fairly small, and most days she don't bother wearing a bra, although in hindsight she was wearing a white shirt that day and probably should have had one on. she covered herself quickly, looking up at Mr. Lesnar and blushing furiously as she realised what she had just accused him of. "I'm so sorry," she gasped, incredibly embarrassed. "she... oh God, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..." "it's fine," Mr. Lesnar mumbled. "I didn't mean to look, but... well, you're a pretty girl,and ...I..., I'm the one who should be sorry, Ruth." She didn't say anything for a moment. Truth be told, she was actually kind of flattered, now that she knew Mr. Lesnar wasn't a perverted freak. She looked at him as he stared at the ground, his hands covering the bulge in his pants. He was a very handsome man, and as she stared at him, She began to think of a way to get back at both Kelly and her bo
He jumped a bit as she wrapped a hand around him, probably because her hands were freezing. His dick was of average length, but incredibly thick. she flicked her tongue against his tip, licking the underside of his shaft lightly before twirling her tongue around his tip. She heard Mr. Lesnar gasp and she continued to lick his smooth dick, coating him with her saliva until it was glistening. Once it was wet, she took his tip in her mouth and sucked gently. Mr. Lesnar groaned and she slide him in her mouth a bit more. she sucked him a little more, stroking his wet dick with her other hand as she bobbed her head teasingly on him. Each time she moved on his dick, she let it slide a little further in her mouth, until she had as much as she could handle, which she was proud to say was most of it. She glanced up. Mr. Lesnar's hands were resting on the back of her head, and his eyes were squeezed shut. she kept sucking on his dick, raising her other hand to gently rub his balls. The second she
"Please..." she moaned, squirming. "Please Lesnar... you know what I want." "Say it," he demanded. "Tell me what you want me to do." "I... I w-want you to lick me..." "she am licking you, honey. I'm licking your leg." She groaned in frustration, desperate to be touched. "Lick her pussy! Suck my pussy" she gasped. "Please, please..." He flicked his tongue against her wet slit, licking the length of it before he slid his tongue into her pussy. she moaned softly, lifting herself to push his tongue in further. Mr. Lesnar let go of her hands and brought them to her pussy, rubbing her slit before he slide a finger in. At the same time, he flicked his tongue against her clit. she almost went crazy, grinding against his finger as he took her clit in her mouth and began to suck it. She gasped and writhed under him, her hands trailing down to rest against his head and push him closer to me. He thrust his finger in her slowly, ignoring her grinding efforts to make him go faster. After a mo
He looked surprised. "A picture?" he said blankly, before comprehension dawned on him. "Right..." He pulled her off of him and she rolled onto her back as he stood up. Kelly's digital camera was sitting on the desk next to her computer, and after grabbing that, he started digging through the drawers of her night table and dresser. "She's got to have lube around here," he explained as he looked. "She's obviously done... that... before." "Check the bottom drawer," she said, and she was right. Mr. Lesnar pulled out a small tube and crawled back onto the bed. Her leaned over and kissed her. "It'll feel really good after a bit, she promise," he said with his lips against hers. "Okay," she whispered. "Get on your hands and knees," he said. she did, her ass facing him as she turned. she heard him open the tube and she squeezed her eyes shut. He put a hand on her ass, rubbing gently before she felt his other hand against her hole. His finger was cold, but slid against her hole easily. He
He repeated it a few more times, and despite the fact that it hurt when he was all the way in her, she started to enjoy herself. He must have noticed, because he moved one of his hands off her hips and slid it around her again, fingering her clit. She sighed as he fingered her, enjoying the feeling, though she was pretty sure she wouldn't cum from being fucked in the ass. He was braced against her, and she could feel him resting against her back as he started to move against her faster. She wasn't exactly sure that she could handle him moving faster, and she protested slightly, struggling against the hands holding her in place. As she pulled away from him, he rubbed her clit harder, and she couldn't help but moan. His legs were resting on the outside of hers, and with a grunt, he lifted himself slightly, and pushed me down further on the bed. Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto her stomach, Mr. Lesnar's hand underneath her. He kept rubbing her clit, his fingers moving faster as
The next day, Mike had wasted himself with so many bottles of alcohol. He barely got to sleep the previous night. The only person who was on his mind was Jennifer. Till this moment, no one had called him to pass information about where she could possibly be. What hurt him the most was the thought of how badly she would be hurting because of what she had seen. Knowing that she was hurt made Mike beat himself even more. He was on the floor in his living room when a lady walked in. It was his mother. He was too wasted on alcohol to even get up to his feet. The mother, on seeing the condition of her son, felt completely washed away and heartbroken. She had no idea Jennifer meant the world to her son. “Oh God! Mike, what have you done to yourself, son?” She dropped her bag and rushed to her son. She snatched the bottle he was going to shove into his mouth. “Stop it, Mike!” Mike sobbed. “She's hurt, mom. Jennifer has left ne, mom. Are you happy now? You never wanted her to stay.
Mike froze in the act. His cock was still stuck in the vagina while he stared at Jennifer with dilated iris. The least thing he expected was to have Jennifer walk in when he was in the act. “Ho..honey,” he struggled to say a word. Vicky pushed him off her and staggered to her feet. “Sis…you are..you are back.” Jennifer was staring at them wildly in disbelief. Vicky had one of her boobs looking out through one of the open buttons of the shirt she was wearing. “How long has this been going on?” Jennifer asked with tears clogging up her throat. Mike's cock was still standing as he clasped his hands together to plead with Jennifer. “Babe, I.. I can explain,” he stuttered. When he tried to touch her, she landed a resounding slap on his cheek. “Don't touch me!!” She yelled. Tears rolled from her eyes. Not even in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that her own sister would have sex with her husband. “You…”she said, pointing at Vicky. “You snake, I gave you eve
The moment she returned to her hotel room that night, she sat on the ground and almost cried her heart out. At least, Mike's mother would no longer have a reason to despise her. She was finally pregnant after years of being married to Mike. An hour passed into the night and she finally got a hold of herself. She would call Mike and share the sweet news with him. She opened her purse and grabbed her phone. Still trying to snuff out the last trace of tears in her tone, she hit the dial icon. One ring…two rings…three rings… Then, the electronic voice spoke. “The number you are calling is not available at the moment.” She called again and again. But the response was the same. Mike was not taking any of her calls. It was already a couple of minutes to ten in the night. There was a probability he was already asleep. Though, Mike was not the type to sleep early. He must have had a stressful day. She concluded. The bell in her hotel room rang. Someone was out there. She got to the doo
Vicky could feel the fullness of his cock inside her. Mike was a monster. Not only was he long down there, but that he had enough girth too. Slowly, he pulled out of her. The helpless lady looked at him with the look that said he should put it back in. But he didn't do so. He simply used it to flog the areas of her vagina, making her more wet than she already was. He pressed on the clit button with his cock, making Vicky go wild. Her eyes were literally turning. “Are you ready for me?” He asked. Vicky wanted to curse him. She was more than ready. “Yes, yes,” she replied in a helpless manner. Mike then grabbed her waist so tightly and slowly put his cock in till it was swallowed entirely. Then, he brought it out again. The in and out movement turned into a slow and steady thrust. Gradually, he increased his pace. What started slowly was now fast and soon rough. The sound of flesh slamming against another soon filled the entire room. After a good while of quick thrusts, he s
The kiss became so passionate and they started breathing heavily. He pinned her on the wardrobe and kept kissing her. “Did you really think I would let you go so easily?” He asked as he pulled away. Vicky always wanted to feel his lips on hers. But at the time, she didn't know what to think. She already gave up. She felt Mike was just not going to come around. But he did! “I—” Mike didn't give her the chance to speak. He locked her lips again. This time, his hands were running through her entire body. The lady had already put on a dress. It was obvious she was getting ready to leave when Mike made the decision to act. He stopped kissing again and helped her take the dress off. His eyes absorbed the creature before him. He placed his head in between her boobs and let himself get drowned in the moment. Then, he carried her and dropped her on the bed. Vicky lay there like a test material. She had no idea what Mike was thinking of doing to her. All she could do was anticipate
The towel descended through the length of her body and fell on the ground. She was naked. Mike was completely swept off his feet. He found himself struggling to say a word. There was a lump in his throat. Vicky looked even better than the pictures she had sent to him. With every moment that slipped by, it only became more difficult to resist her. His eyes traveled through her body, scanning every detail as they journeyed from her hair to her toes. The boobs were impeccably built— slightly bent due to the weight. The alveolar area of her breast was large enough, an indication that she was incredibly sensitive around that area. Her nipples were surprisingly pointed and looked enticingly beautiful. “Vi..vi.. Vicky,” Mike stuttered. “What…what do you think you are doing?” Vicky smiled at him. “What does it look like to you? Do you like what you see?” Oh yes, he did. Not long ago, he was fuming. But at the moment, he had no idea what was going on inside him. The anger was there. How
Right in the presence of everyone, his mouth flew open once again. His cock became really hard in the boardroom. What his heart desired to see for so long was already there. All those times Vicky paraded before him, all he could do was imagine what would be beyond the skimpy dresses. He was finally staring at her naked body. Oh damn it!! Vicky was damn too hot. Mike found himself salivating without knowing it. He had been enchanted by her. “Mr Mike, are you okay?” One of the board members asked him. But Mike was not okay. Beyond being okay, he was lost completely. He found himself moping stupidly at the nudity of his own sister-in-law! Get hold of yourself, Mike! “Mike?” Another person tried to call his attention. But Mike was lost. He was obviously not listening to them. He was only brought back to his senses when one of them slapped his hands on the table. Mike was jolted from his lost state. But his hand had already gone down to his cock. It was furiously waging war a
Vicky was throwing both legs effortlessly through the mini black dress she was wearing. It barely covered her private areas and perched on her thighs. The design was in such a way that her cleavages were out there. Mike was struck by her presence. His mouth was suddenly agape and the words were held back in his throat. “Babe,” Jennifer called him. “Are you still there?” The married dude was lost. He couldn't help himself. Vicky looked incredibly attractive for him to be able to resist her. “Honey? Are you there?” Jennifer asked again. “Yes, yes,” he responded in a disoriented manner. “Is something wrong? You seem distracted.” “Uhm… yes. I mean no.” Jennifer sighed. “What is it?” Vicky got to the table and dropped the bag she was carrying. “Is that Jennifer?” She asked suddenly and loudly. Mike's eyes dilated. What was she trying to achieve by announcing her presence to Jennifer? “Babe, I heard Vicky's voice just now. Is she there with you?” Before Mike could gi
The next morning, Mike made the decision to resume work. Being the owner of his own business, he had taken some time off from work to have fun with his wife, Jennifer. But then, things were not going the way he thought. Jennifer had traveled and he had a tempting desire to sleep with his own sister-in-law. To even think he would be in this position was driving him crazy. And yes, the only way for him to cut down time spent with her, was to resume work. At seven o'clock in the morning, he was already dressed and ready to dive into the activities of the day. He was wearing a well ironed shirt that he tucked into his pair of black pants, a shiny Italian shoe and a matching black jacket. He was good to go. He was about to leave when his phone rang. It was his mom. “Hello, mom,” he said as he slid the green icon. “Good morning.” His greeting was replied with a rebuke. “What is good about this morning?” His mom asked. “Hold your greeting. I don't need it.” He stroked his f