Изменила мужу с незнакомцем поскакав на его члене || Murstar

Title: “A Naughty Night of Betrayal”

The sun was setting on the beach, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink as Murstar lay on her towel, adjusting her tiny bikini. She had come here to relax after a heated argument with her boyfriend Yannick, who accused her of flirting with other men. Murstar huffed. How dare he? She was loyal to a fault. A strange man approached her, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. Tall, dark, and handsome, he smiled at Murstar seductively.
“Beautiful evening, no?” he asked in a deep Russian accent.
Murstar blushed, feeling beads of sweat trickle down her ample curves. “Da, very nice…” she replied, admiring his chiseled physique barely concealed by his swim trunks.
The Russian poured them each a glass of white wine. Murstar took a sip, relishing the crisp flavor as she felt her inhibitions slip away. “I am Moscow,” he said, extending his hand.
“Murstar,” she replied, shaking it and noting the firm grip.
They talked and laughed as the wine flowed, Murstar’s anger at Yannick fading with each passing minute. Moscow’s eyes roamed her body hungrily, sending shivers down her spine. Before she knew it, Murstar was tipsy and pulling Moscow onto her towel. His strong hands gripped her wide hips as he leaned in to kiss her plump lips. Murstar returned the kiss eagerly, feeling his hardness press against her. Moscow’s hands slid down to squeeze her round ass, and Murstar moaned softly.
“Mmm yes, touch me,” she purred, untying her bikini top and exposing her large breasts.
Moscow buried his face in her cleavage, kissing and licking her soft skin. Murstar grasped his rock-hard cock through his trunks, stroking it firmly. Moscow quickly removed her bikini bottoms and inhaled deeply as her pussy was revealed.
“Mmm, your pussy is divine,” he groaned, fingering her wet slit. “I must taste it.”
He moved down between her thick thighs and began licking her slick folds, probing her tight hole with his tongue. Murstar threw her head back and moaned loudly, shamelessly fucking his face. Moscow ate her out enthusiastically, reveling in her sweet juices. Murstar reached down to tangle her fingers in his hair, pushing his face harder against her aching cunt. As her pleasure built, she humped his face wildly until she shattered into a powerful orgasm, cumming all over his lips and chin. Moscow looked up at her and smiled.
“Such a naughty girl,” he chuckled. “Lucky for you, I have something much bigger to fill that greedy pussy with.”
He stood up and pulled down his trunks, revealing a massive, throbbing cock. Murstar gasped in delight, spreading her thighs and reaching for his member.
“Oooh yes, give it to me baby,” she begged, stroking his shaft. “I need to be stretched. Ruin my married cunt with your big cock.”
Moscow smacked his fat cockhead against her swollen clit, making her buck her hips. Then he thrust forward hard, spearing her pussy on his thick meat in one smooth stroke. Murstar let out a guttural moan as she was split open by his monstrous dick.
“Fuck yes, so big!” she cried out, throwing her legs over his shoulders to take him deeper.
Moscow pumped into her forcefully, grunting as her pussy clenched tight around him. He grabbed her meaty thighs and squeezed them hard as he pounded her, his heavy balls slapping her ass with each thrust. Murstar threw her head back and screamed from the sheer pleasure and humiliation of getting railed in the open air.
“Mmm fuck my whore pussy!” she mewled. “Show me what I’ve been missing!”
Moscow leaned forward and took one of her bouncing tits in his mouth, sucking the nipple as he fucked her mercilessly. Murstar dug her nails into his shoulders and pulled him in closer, begging him to fuck her harder and deeper, completely forgetting her old faithful Yannick. She rolled her hips in time with Moscow’s thrusts, coaxing him to give her everything he had. His hands wandered across her soft curves, grabbing handfuls of her jiggling ass and spreading her cheeks wide.
“I’m going to cum, you naughty slut!” Moscow growled.
“Fill me up!” Murstar squealed, squeezing her pussy around his pistoning cock. “Don’t leave my married twat empty! Blast it with your huge load!”
Moscow grabbed her throat and choked her as he slammed home one final time before exploding inside her, pumping her pussy full of hot, sticky seed. Murstar’s orgasm rocked through her body, and her greedy hole spasmed around him, milking every drop of cum from his pulsing cock. They both collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, panting raggedly. Murstar felt his cum start to leak out of her well-used cunt, and the taboo thrill of what they had just done made her smile mischievously.
“Mmm, can’t wait to do this again,” she purred, licking her lips. “We should have a proper date next time.”
Moscow smirked. “Da, I will show you the sights of Moscow. And fuck you in every room of my castle.” He kissed her deeply. “But I think we should go to my hotel room here, where we can be properly comfortable.” He pulled her to her feet. “Come, let me show you Moscow hospitality!”
Murstar giggled as she let him lead her to the hotel, knowing Yannick would never suspect anything. She felt like the heroine of a steamy romance novel. When she next saw her boyfriend, she would greet him with his usual sweet kiss, but her mind would be on the Russian lover she now possessed. Oh, how she had always dreamed of a torrid affair like this! Naughty and peppered with betrayal, just the way she liked it. The excitement and danger of it all made her drool in anticipation.
And so, Murstar, the unfaithful bride, went off giddily with her lover, leaving behind only a bit of sand, wine, heat, and pussy juice as evidence of her maritime sins. Kinky, isn’t it? Driving wild the man who knew not, that’s how a proper wife should do it! Moscow grinned wolfishly at her submission, knowing he had snagged the prize, and indeed, the young wife looked at him with such a libidinal rush! Paris or London, he would undoubtedly make her forget about her precious Yannick!