Fucking Your Future Wife

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Title: The Naughty Pawn Shop Encounter

The bell above the door jingled softly as Tetka, a raven-haired vixen in her early 20s, stepped into the quaint pawn shop. The bell’s chime was almost swallowed by the shop’s dusty, cluttered interior, but Tetka didn’t mind. She had a specific goal in mind on this warm Czech afternoon.

“Hello?” She purred, her voice husky yet playful. She sashayed towards the counter, her short denim skirt swishing around her thick, toned thighs with each step. The sunlight streaming through the glass windows highlighted her porcelain skin and gave her jet-black hair a blueish sheen.

Behind the counter, Jiri, the shop’s paunchy, middle-aged owner, looked up from his newspaper. His eyes widened as he took in the tantalizing sight before him. “Ah, welcome, my dear. What can I do for you today?” He dabbed at his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief.

Tetka smirked, seeing the lustful glint in his eyes. She leaned over the counter, giving him a clear view down her low-cut top. “Well, Jiri, I’m looking for a special item. Something that could…change my future?”

Jiri gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his neck. “Er, yes. I might have just the thing. Follow me.” He led her to a far corner of the shop, where a roughly carved wooden box sat on a pedestal. The box was intricately whittled with scenes of fornication and debauchery.

“What’s this?” Tetka asked, running a finger along a particularly lewd carving. Jiri’s breath hitched at the gesture.

“Ah, rare antique. Reportedly cursed by a medieval bishop. The story says, when you Fuck your Future Wife on top of this box, your fate is sealed. You’ll possess an anatomy to ravish her for eternity!”

Tetka’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “My, how…tempting.” She placed her hands on the box and slowly straddled it, the denim of her skirt creaking as it stretched. She looked up at Jiri through her lashes. “Would you… demonstrate?”

Jiri licked his chapped lips, eyes devouring every inch of her creamy thighs peeking out from under her skirt. “Well, I…er…” He struggled to form a coherent thought as his blood rushed south.

Tetka decided to take matters into her own hands – and around his stiffening cock. She reached out, grasping his hand and guiding it under her skirt. “Shhh, just trust me…” she purred as he quivered in delight, fingers brushing against her already glistening slit. “Let’s find out if this legend is true…”

In a fluid motion, she hiked up her skirt, revealing a barely-there pair of lace panties that left little to the imagination. Jiri groaned, gripping her hips and grinding against her through his pants. Tetka responded by reaching down and undoing his fly, freeing his thickening shaft.

“Oooh, Jiri…” she gasped as she wrapped slender fingers around his girth, stroking him from root to tip. “It seems true love is growing before my eyes!” Her other hand reached back to rip away her panties, baring her dripping sex.

Jiri couldn’t resist any longer. He grabbed her tight ass, positioning her just so, and thrusted up hard into her waiting heat. A loud moan ripped from her throat as he filled her to the brim. She began riding him in earnest, the wooden carvings beneath her creaking in rhythm.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Jiri grunted, pistoning into her with vigor. The very air crackled with sexual energy as they lost themselves in a haze of lust.

Tetka’s perky tits bounced, her bra hastily unclasped, as she impaled herself over and over on his rock-hard cock. Cries of pleasure intermingled, echoing off the pawn shop walls. The wet slapping of flesh on flesh grew louder, more urgent.

“Jiri, I can’t…I’m gonna- AHHH!” Tetka threw her head back as her pussy clenched, orgasm crashing over her in waves. At the same time, Jiri roared his release, hot seed spurting deep into her quivering core. They collapsed together, chest heaving.

Some time later, Tetka peeled herself off the blanket they’d spread beneath them, smoothing her disheveled hair. “Well, it seems this ‘Future Wife’ legend is no myth,” she giggled, winking at Jiri. “Thank you kindly for hosting our impromptu wedding night, my love.”

Jiri grinned, still bare-chested and giddy. “Mmm, the pleasure was all mine, princess. I think this makes you mine forever now, eh?”

She tossed him a playful look. “Oh? Always so greedy, Jiri. Guess you’d better hurry up with those wedding plans then, before some other lucky rogue snatches me away.” She winked, striding nude and satisfied out into the Czech summer day.

Jiri watched as his future bride sauntered away, already looking forward to his next service option. He knew his life would never be the same – and he couldn’t be happier to have this minx as his eternal bedmate.

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