Hot Passionate Sex Without My Husband

Hot passionate sex: what every girl needs.

Hot passionate sex was not a reality at home. I knew what I wanted when we started talking. Older than me by twenty years, and more mature, Scott seemed perfect in every way. Especially seeing how he was the complete opposite of my husband. I’d know that for certain as soon as I worked up the courage.

With our desks set apart from everyone else’s, my older sexy coworker was great to talk to. Kind, handsome, and a great listener but most of all, he wasn’t a mama’s boy like my husband. I’d find out how much one afternoon.

“I’m asking you to fuck the shit out of me. Destroy me. Give me what I’ve been missing for the past five years. I want things done to me that, well — I’ve only seen on the internet. I want hot passionate sex”

“And you think I can?”

“I know you can.”
“You’re wilder than I thought,” Scott admitted as he followed me in and we headed straight for my bedroom.

“You have no idea.” I stopped to face him. “My body is all yours. I want it all. Face fucking. Ass fucking. I want you to destroy me until I’m a quivering mess on the bed drenched in my own cum.”

“That can be arranged,” he replied with a wicked grin.

Scott kissed me and electricity jolted through my body. Kissing Peter had never felt like that. Within seconds, my clothes were pooled on the floor while he was still half-dressed. He took a step back to appraise me.

“Fucking hot.”

“Thank you,” I demurred as he drank me in.

This is the hot passionate sex I need.

His forcefulness was a complete turn-on as I sank down in front of him. Scott pulled his pants down, then his shorts, and I gasped when I saw his cock. Long and incredibly thick.

Opening my pouty lips, I eagerly accepted a man other than my husband into my mouth. Placing my hands against his thighs, I struggled as my lips stretched taut around his considerable girth. When his bulbous cockhead triggered my gag reflex, he gave me a moment’s reprieve before plunging back into my mouth.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed hoarsely as my throat felt like it was on fire.

Scott yanked me to my feet, picked up my petite body then tossed me easily onto the bed where I bounced like a rag doll. He joined me and I noted his large cock swaying pendulously between his legs. He was more than capable of giving me hot passionate sex.

When he slid into me, stretching me open, I was panting beneath him like the time in my first sex swing. After only a few thrusts, I climaxed as I clung to him. With long pounding strokes, he filled my cunt completely, bottoming out painfully, turning my cervix to mush as I was truly fucked for the first time ever.

My husband had never taken me like that. Scott let me recover from my orgasm, then maneuvered me onto my hands and knees.

He was back inside me, impaling me with his cock as I screamed into my pillow.

A hand landed hard on my hip, and I yelped in pain and surprise, then begged him to do it again. Scott began raining blows on my ass as he fucked me like I was a whore, his whore.

It was the best hot passionate sex of my life.

No man had ever treated me like that before. No man had ever fucked me so completely. As I moaned on his cock filling my mouth, several more spanks landed on my ass which I was sure by that time was a fiery red I’d have to hide from my husband for the rest of the day.

A minute later, I was pulled off Scott’s cock and my face was pushed back into the pillow. When I felt his cockhead probing into my ass, I knew I was about to receive what I had begged him for and was unsure if I could handle him. I was nearing my limits.

Scott pushed his cock slowly into my ass as I groaned. When I felt his balls pressing against my sopping cunt, I was screaming into the pillow begging him not to stop.

He began fucking my ass brutally in hot passionate sex.

“I — I — can’t take much more,” I told him as I cried out and he spanked me again.

“Let’s finish this then,” Scott growled as he pounded even harder into my once-tight asshole.

His cock swelled impossibly bigger. His fingers dug into my fleshy ass, and I’d note later that he left fingerprint bruises. He was completely owning and destroying me exactly as I had asked of him. When he exploded into my asshole, his hot semen filled me as I screamed.

“Fill my ass!”

More cum than I ever thought could erupt from a man, filled my delicate hole until I was a quivering mess. As my legs gave out, I crashed to the bed off Scott’s cock to lay whimpering beneath him.

Still, I dry-humped the bed in post-orgasmic bliss. He had given me everything I had wanted. Now I faced the problem of how I would continue to have mediocre sex with my husband.

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