Il pénètre mon petit trou dilaté

Il pénètre mon petit trou dilaté – A Naughty Expose

Disclaimer: This article is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual content and graphic language.

*Thump thump.* The door to their bedroom creaked open, pulsing with the rhythm of his heart. Tercera, his wife of five years, lay sprawled on the king-sized bed, her dark hair cascading over the satin pillowcases. She was naked except for a lacy black thong and a pair of matching stockings, her voluptuous curves illuminated by the flickering candlelight.

Pierre smiled, discarding his clothes piece by piece until he stood before her in all his glory, his chiseled chest glistening with a sheen of sweat. Tercera’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of his impressive erection, bobbing heavily between his thighs.

“Not tonight, chéri,” she purred, rolling onto her side. “I’m tired.”

Pierre’s disappointment quickly turned to triumph as he crawled onto the bed, trailing kisses up the length of her thigh. Tercera squirmed and giggled, trying to wriggle away from his hungry mouth. “Really, Pierre, not now—mmmm!”

Her protests turned to a moan as Pierre’s tongue found her most sensitive spots, flicking deftly over her clit before dipping lower. Tercera’s back arched, her fingers tangling in his hair as he worked her closer to the edge. She came with a sharp cry, her body convulsing beneath him.

Dizzy with triumph, Pierre moved to sheath himself inside her, but Tercera pushed him away. “Not there,” she gasped. “I want… I want you in my ass tonight.”

Pierre paused, taken aback. It was rare for Tercera to be so bold, so dominant in their lovemaking. Eagerly, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees, admiring the sight of her heart-shaped rear.

“Wait,” Tercera said, reaching into the nightstand. Sheweeks slept… She hurried out of bed, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor as she fetched the bottle of lube from their bathroom. Tossing it to Pierre, she settled back onto her hands and knees, presenting herself like a cat in heat.

Pierre squirted a generous amount of the slippery fluid onto his fingers, gently rubbing it around Tercera’s tight little hole. She sighed and relaxed into his touch, allowing him to ease one, then two fingers inside. Tercera began to circle her hips, riding his fingers as he probed and stretched her.

“You’re so tight,” Pierre groaned. “I don’t know if I can fit.”

“Try,” Tercera hissed through clenched teeth.

Heart pounding, Pierre withdrew his fingers and slicked up his throbbing member. He positioned himself at her entrance, looking up to meet Tercera’s fiery gaze.

“Kmmmpphhh!” The sound of Tercera’s choked moan echoed through the room as Pierre pushed into her, the head of his cock breaching her tight ring of muscle. Slowly, steadily, he sank deeper, inch by aching inch, until he was fully seated inside her.

“Fuck, baby,” Pierre panted. “You’re so tight. So good.”

Tercera just whimpered in response, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the rumpled sheets. Pierre gave her a moment to adjust before he began to move, starting with short, shallow thrusts that quickly grew deeper and harder. Tercera’s cries of pleasure mixed with the slap of skin on skin and the squelching sound of lube squirting out of her stretched hole.

Harder, faster, Pierre pounded into her, chasing his own release. Tercera met each thrust with a backward push of her hips, urging him deeper, urging him on. The tension built, coiling tighter and tighter in his gut until finally, with a roar of triumph, Pierre came, flooding Tercera’s pulsing channel with his hot seed.

They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, Pierre’s softening member slipping free of Tercera’s abused hole. She hissed at the sudden loss and rolled over, curling into his side.

“That was… intense,” Pierre said, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. “Are you okay?”

Tercera nodded, her eyes already fluttering closed. “Mmm. Just don’t tell anyone. I’d never live it down.”

Pierre chuckled, his own eyelids growing heavy. “Our secret, chérie. Now, sleep.”

And so they did, their bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of their naughty encounter.