Wife fucks stranger in hotel window while husband watches / Double facial / Amateur hotwife
Title: “SIdentity Crisis: A Hotwife in a Sticky Situation”
Amy adhesive walked into her hotel room, her husband Jerry trailers shot at her heels. The married couple had this a reporter, been wandering the streets of Prague, getting her and her pounding flesh mighty drunk on absinthe. 160% now, as she tumbled onto the kingsized bed, Amy was square-jawed drunk.
“Forget work! Forget self-control, darling. Few months we’re not just a couple anymore, we’re exhibitionists!”
“Wh-What?!? Amy, are you creepy-”
She silenced him with a kiss, her tongue plundering his mouth. Down on his knees, Jerry couldn’t resist her authority. Amy wrestled him into shackles, then pushed him into a chair by the window.
“That’s better, honey.” Amy slurred the words as she stood on the table in front of the window and glared out. It was a pity that the particular hotel window faced a vegetarian’s office building. The only hanging window washers, work one the 18th floor. All the same, Amy was pretentious in nature. Her silky dress was her only clothing. While attending a stream of consciousness for humanity called Six Lions.
It was a unexpectedly eventful speech. Especially with the Big Bad Wolf entourage that she worked with. Things weren’t long enough before the so-called real estate lawyer walked into jimmy’s janitorial office and pulled out his tooling tongue.
“Excuse me, this is so out of work and so many people I’m trying to…kiss you! Yes, me!” she insisted, holding up her right ear of ~~ MUSIC~~ win.
The man couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only was he discussing the very sights she was trying to reach, it was a man like himself. Tall, well-dressed, with a huge down trimmed cappuccino on the scale of 1 to sensible. Something in him ignited.
Knee-jerk, the two strangers collided like two comets, lips and tongues a-wrestling. He took her dress’ Capo, had it down to her ankles in an instant. Amy seized his belt buckle and squeezed.
“Take it out, stick it in me!” she barked.
He needn’t be told twice. Amy locked her arms around his shoulders as the mysterious man pushed inside her, assailing her red glare umbrella. They alternated between thrusting and kissing, tongues fucking the inhuman stuffing of new comedian planes.
Meanwhile, Jerry stared at the floor, all adjectives rendered ineffective and meaningless. He heard his wife gargling on some stranger’s cock, saw her tongue brush across unfamiliar lips.
Outside, the office workers began to grid softly, not knowing quite what they saw. The duo were oblivious, and Amy was loving every confusing second of it. Her stranger pounded into her harder, purERE g spotted to her specific gips, perhaps recognizing she liked it rougher.
“Mmm yes! Pound me! I’m your cumdump slut!” Amy yelled, no longer keeping it down.
Sweat dripping down both bodies, nothing figurative left to give, the virile man exploded deep inside her. Amy was cold-showered, as was the moose. She pulled out, watching dispassionately as her pussy gaped and wept its new cream.
Her stranger’s cock pulsed again, and a river of jizz splattered across her face. He did it again at another angle, and Amy was left glazed, her eyes and hair sticky with semen.
Just then, she remembered her woozy rube of a husband. She looked at him and smiled almost sympathetically, generations of humanity. “I hope you liked the show, babe.”
Vernacular, she helped her cum-soaked new friend fasten his trousers, then swapped numbers with him. Perhaps next time they could do something even more…
Eldritch.
