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you?”
He didn’t mind at all.
His ex-wife starting slurping on his hot, ready meat immediately, giving him a better blowjob than she ever had when they were married. Her body dripped wet with her own milk, the white streams pouring all down her beautiful curves.
He was so worked up from the whole ordeal, and the long, long handjob that she had been administering, that it was no time at all before he had shot a hot, thick load down her servant-throat, fucking her beautiful face just like he had always dreamed of doing when they were officially together.
And even so, even when he began the first of a series of several hot orgasms exploding into his hot new ex-wife servant—the only woman he could really envision was Selene.
* * * * *
L ater in the evening, after bringing his wife’s debt down by two and a half more fucks, he stumbled into his penthouse and then all the way up into his bedroom. The cool night air kissed at his body through his ripped pants and tangled mess of a shirt.
There was absolutely no way he’d ever be hard again, he was certain. At least not for a week.
Then, he saw Selene waiting for him in the bedroom. She wore nothing but a thin jeweled gown, her fantastic body arranged just for him. She looked like a queen, an empress, a goddess designed only to turn him on.
He was hard, instantly.
This amazed him. After so many blowjobs and exceptional volumes of cum—with what seemed like more with each go-round—he was practically bursting to fuck again. There was no fatigue, no hesitation. He needed to fuck—and he needed to fuck Selene.
“I’ve been waiting for you, darling,” she moaned, her green eyes lighting up with lust.
Leaning against the doorframe, he struggled not to jump her. She was so dangerous...but so very gorgeous.
“Y-you have?”
“Of course I have.” She propped herself up on one arm, her gown slipping to the side and just almost revealing her thick nipples. Thick, creamy moisture was evident there. “I’ve needed you to be mine my whole life, I feel like. Perhaps that’s true—yes! My whole life, just for you. I was made for you.”
“Whole life,” he repeated slowly, mesmerized by her beauty.
He approached the bed, his resistance long, long gone. She rose up to embrace him.
“Mmm...” she purred, kissing him underneath his chin. “I’m so glad you see things my way. You do see things my way, don’t you, darling?”
“See your way,” he said softly, breathing in her perfect scent.
“You don’t want your old wife to be your partner anymore.”
“Y-yeah,” he said, nodding dumbly. “No wife for a partner. No wife at all.”
“You’d much rather me to be your wife, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh yes!”
That was Stephanie. She had entered while Falco had been lost in Selene’s embrace, now rushing toward the two in a hurried, naked crawl. Falco's juices still dripped out from her bare pussy. She slid up Falco's leg, staring up at him in happy supplication.
“Please, Johnny? Please, Master? Make Selene your wife? She'll be such a better wife than I am.”
“Y-yeah,” Falco nodded, pushing Selene down on the bed. “You'll be my wife.”
Selene's smile was cat-like, indulgent. “I'll be the best wife for you, sir.”
“The best wife,” he muttered.
Sweating now, he spread her lusciously long legs out. His lips trailed down their silky, tightly-muscled surface. She brought her hands up to the edges of her jeweled gown, and he ripped downward—it came off easily. Selene, naked now, was like heroin for his eyes. Her breasts so fertile, lactating silently in her lust for him. His gaze felt completely relaxed and utterly blissful, bliss that shot hard into the rest of his body.
Staring at Selene's nakedness—her maddenly perfect curves, her bodacious bust, her tight muscles—was like staring into a black hole where all thoughts exited into, all logic was transformed, and all lust magnified a millionfold.
Madly, he fell upon her, his
He didn’t mind at all.
His ex-wife starting slurping on his hot, ready meat immediately, giving him a better blowjob than she ever had when they were married. Her body dripped wet with her own milk, the white streams pouring all down her beautiful curves.
He was so worked up from the whole ordeal, and the long, long handjob that she had been administering, that it was no time at all before he had shot a hot, thick load down her servant-throat, fucking her beautiful face just like he had always dreamed of doing when they were officially together.
And even so, even when he began the first of a series of several hot orgasms exploding into his hot new ex-wife servant—the only woman he could really envision was Selene.
* * * * *
L ater in the evening, after bringing his wife’s debt down by two and a half more fucks, he stumbled into his penthouse and then all the way up into his bedroom. The cool night air kissed at his body through his ripped pants and tangled mess of a shirt.
There was absolutely no way he’d ever be hard again, he was certain. At least not for a week.
Then, he saw Selene waiting for him in the bedroom. She wore nothing but a thin jeweled gown, her fantastic body arranged just for him. She looked like a queen, an empress, a goddess designed only to turn him on.
He was hard, instantly.
This amazed him. After so many blowjobs and exceptional volumes of cum—with what seemed like more with each go-round—he was practically bursting to fuck again. There was no fatigue, no hesitation. He needed to fuck—and he needed to fuck Selene.
“I’ve been waiting for you, darling,” she moaned, her green eyes lighting up with lust.
Leaning against the doorframe, he struggled not to jump her. She was so dangerous...but so very gorgeous.
“Y-you have?”
“Of course I have.” She propped herself up on one arm, her gown slipping to the side and just almost revealing her thick nipples. Thick, creamy moisture was evident there. “I’ve needed you to be mine my whole life, I feel like. Perhaps that’s true—yes! My whole life, just for you. I was made for you.”
“Whole life,” he repeated slowly, mesmerized by her beauty.
He approached the bed, his resistance long, long gone. She rose up to embrace him.
“Mmm...” she purred, kissing him underneath his chin. “I’m so glad you see things my way. You do see things my way, don’t you, darling?”
“See your way,” he said softly, breathing in her perfect scent.
“You don’t want your old wife to be your partner anymore.”
“Y-yeah,” he said, nodding dumbly. “No wife for a partner. No wife at all.”
“You’d much rather me to be your wife, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh yes!”
That was Stephanie. She had entered while Falco had been lost in Selene’s embrace, now rushing toward the two in a hurried, naked crawl. Falco's juices still dripped out from her bare pussy. She slid up Falco's leg, staring up at him in happy supplication.
“Please, Johnny? Please, Master? Make Selene your wife? She'll be such a better wife than I am.”
“Y-yeah,” Falco nodded, pushing Selene down on the bed. “You'll be my wife.”
Selene's smile was cat-like, indulgent. “I'll be the best wife for you, sir.”
“The best wife,” he muttered.
Sweating now, he spread her lusciously long legs out. His lips trailed down their silky, tightly-muscled surface. She brought her hands up to the edges of her jeweled gown, and he ripped downward—it came off easily. Selene, naked now, was like heroin for his eyes. Her breasts so fertile, lactating silently in her lust for him. His gaze felt completely relaxed and utterly blissful, bliss that shot hard into the rest of his body.
Staring at Selene's nakedness—her maddenly perfect curves, her bodacious bust, her tight muscles—was like staring into a black hole where all thoughts exited into, all logic was transformed, and all lust magnified a millionfold.
Madly, he fell upon her, his
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