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“The Squirt Queen: Mrs. Faffef’s Soaking POV”

Oh, the joys of being a married man with a wife like Mrs. Faffef. This MILF has more tricks up her sleeve than a Vegas magician, and her pussy is tighter than a nun’s asshole. Today, I decided to treat myself to a tantalizing finger fuck session, and let me tell you, it was nothing short of spectacular.

The day started like any other, with Mrs. Faffef prancing around the house wearing nothing but a lacy thong and a mischievous grin. I couldn’t help but stare at her round, juicy ass as it jiggled with each step. She caught me gawking and smiled, “Like what you see, honey? Maybe you should come over here and give it a nice, hard spanking.”

I eagerly obliged, bending her over the kitchen counter and giving her ample cheeks a thorough reddening. Her skin glowed with a rosy pink hue, and each smack made that delectable ass bounce like a professional boxer. Mrs. Faffef let out a moan that sent shivers down my spine, “Aaaahh fuck yeah, baby! Slap my ass harder!”

After giving her cheeks a proper pummeling, I slid my hand into her thong, feeling her glistening wet folds. “Mmmm, someone’s already dripping wet,” I whispered in her ear. “Has my little sex kitten been thinking about daddy’s magical fingers all day?”

She nodded eagerly, biting her lip as I slip my middle finger into her tight, warm depths. “Ohh god yesss,” she purred. “I want you to finger fuck me till I squirt all over your face, you naughty boy.”

And so I did, plunging my finger deep inside her velvety cave, feeling her walls clench around it like a vice. I curled my finger upwards, stroking that special spot that makes her see stars. Mrs. Faffef bucked her hips, fucking herself on my hand with reckless abandon. Her pussy juices coated my fingers, dribbling down her thighs like honey.

“Ooooh fuck! Finger me harder!” she demanded breathlessly. I complied, adding a second finger and pumping them in and out of her quivering snatch. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, until her body began to convulse in ecstasy.

That’s when I felt the first gush of liquid shoot out of her, splattering my hand and the countertop. “Ohhh yesss, I’m squirting! Fuck, it feels so good!” Mrs. Faffef cried out in euphoria. Icustomer continued stroking her clit, milking out every last drop of her sweet nectar.

But Mrs. Faffef wasn’t done yet. No, this insatiable minx wanted more. So I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and diving face-first into her drenched pussy. She threw her head back, gripping the edge of the counter as I ate her out like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

My tongue darted in and out of her hole, lapping up her essence like a kitten drinking milk. I sucked on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue until she was writhing beneath me in sheer bliss. Her hands fists in my hair, pulling me closer as she fucked my face.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Mrs. Faffef pleaded, her voice strained. I could feel her body tensing, her legs quaking on either side of my head. And then, like a tsunami crashing against the shore, she came.

Her pussy gushed a second time, this time coating my entire face and dribbling down my chin. I gulped down her sweet juice, savoring the taste of her release on my tongue. Mrs. Faffef quivered and shook, her moans turning to gasps as she rode out the waves of her intense orgasm.

But I wasn’t done yet. No, I wanted to make this the best fucking finger fuck session of her life. So I continued fingering her, slow and deep, coaxing out one last earthquake of an orgasm.

And sure enough, Mrs. Faffef came a third time, screaming my name like a banshee as her pussy spasmed around my fingers. Her body stiffened, back arching off the counter as she gushed for the final time. The force of it sent a spray of liquid shooting straight up into the air, coating my face in another puddle of her juices.

By the time I pulled my fingers free, they were drenched and dripping with Mrs. Faffef’s squirting cum. I brought them to my lips, licking them clean while she panted and trembled, a satisfied grin on her face.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” she gasped. “I think you fried my brain with all that squirt-ing!”

I chuckled, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. She melted against me, her legs still shaky from the intensity of her multiple orgasms. I held her close, feeling her heartbeat slowly return to normal.

“So, wanna do this again later?” I asked with a wink. Mrs. Faffef laughed, smacking my chest playfully.

“You’re insatiable, you know that? But hell yes, I’m always down for a finger fuck-athon with my favorite toy.”

And there you have it. Just another typical day in the life of Mr. and Mrs. Faffef – doling out spankings, delivering earth-shattering finger-bangs, and squirting till the cows come home. Trust me, folks, there ain’t no sex life quite like ours.