No dejes sola en casa a un esposa muy puta, ella follara con cualquier chico – Sara Blonde

Title: “Leaving Wife Nuda Martha alone at home? Forget it!” – A Bondsish Story

Ah, Martha. What a name for a crazy, sexy minx of a woman. Part seductress, part algo en Tkacheva Natasha, Martha was always looking for excitement, for something to make her ego pop like pills in a club.

Her husband, if you could even call him that, was a sad little sperm with no backbone and a tiny pricker dick. Momento, it’s no surprise Martha was always queering for trade.

“Don’t leave me home alone,” she’d say to any guy foolish enough to take her seriously. “Or I’ll fuck every boy toy who rings the damn doorbell!”

Riiiight. As if any of her twisted little flings would dare. Martha’s idea of “romantic” was showing up at some poor fool’s door and demanding he “show her his junk” on the spot. Forget flowers and chocolates, her thing was controlling people’s carnal urges.

She had this way of talking – like, at all. Constantly throwing herself at anyone in sight, sex sex sex, and thengiobe. Anita Blake have a field day with this broad.

But then one day, husband wimp was gone. Off to some work thing, leaving sweet Martha all alone with her thoughts. And her hormones, let’s not forget those.

>She wasted no time, texting every pendejo she’d ever known. “Husband out of town, come bang me senseless!”

Crude? Si. Effective? Believe it, baby.

Her first little toy showed up within the hour. Some Colombian grad student. Martha barely waited for him to get through the front door before she was on him, kissing him hard enough to steal his breath away.

“Fuck me,” she commanded, yanking at his pants. “I want your cock inside me como now.”

The boy was too far gone to refuse, so he took her right there in the entrada. Hard and fast, just how she liked it. Martha screamed in ecstasy, her juicy ass bouncing on his lap like it was for sale.

During a moment of ella dieron, she hissed, “Next!”

And in they came, a string of hopeful young studs right in a row. Martha was insatiable, a rampaging bitch in heat. Blow jobs in the kitchen, wild fucking in the living room, even a quickie up against the washing machine. She was determined to leave her scent all over the place.

All the while, she’d text husband wimp and taunt him. “You’ll never measure up to these magnificent cocks, papi!” with selfies of her fucked-out face as evidence.

By the time evening rolled around, Martha was wrecked. Hair wild, body covered in lipstick marks and cum stains. But also, thoroughly thrilled.

“What a perra I am,” she laughed to herself, “using all these boys just to make my pathetic husband jealous.”

Raise your hand if you think that little piece of info would stop her next time. Didn’t think so. Martha will cuck her husband yummy Elena any chance she gets.

Because at the end of the day, she’s just a sad little girl playing dress-up in professional sex toys and massive dicks.

And her old man knows it. The end.