Nightly visits

The first time was an event as unusual as it was dangerous; the workday had been very tiring and when I got home I took off my clothes and ran to take a shower; while bathing I had a strange feeling of being observed in deafness by someone, but I was disillusioned because the only thing I wanted was to eat something and pass out in bed; and that's exactly what I did, put on a comfortable sweater, had a quick snack and threw myself under the covers falling asleep soon after; I didn't even notice the moment when my husband joined me, poking me in a futile attempt to provoke a seizure that ended up failing by just sleeping and snoring.
I don't remember at what moment, but I remember when he glued his naked body lifting my sweater and rubbing his stone-hard pistol, while squeezing my breasts with one hand kissing my neck; I woke up startled and looked at my husband who kept sleeping and snoring fearing that he might wake up. "Relax, my bitch! I'll fuck you hot!" he whispered in my ear already sticking and rubbing the bandage between my buttocks taking care to lift the sweater until I was able to remove it without much effort; those hot, strong hands squeezing my nipples and nibbling my nipples were maddening and even in the face of the imminent danger of being caught by my husband I was not able to offer much resistance capitulating in disarray.
I pushed my butt and crossed my leg allowing the penetration to take place already feeling the glans getting licked with the honey that flowed from my scrotum causing the first blow that stunned the brute inside me and that was accompanied by other blows until I managed to leave my cave well heated; then he began to hit hard shaking my body and also the bed; I opened my eyes watching my husband and also controlling my desire to moan like a hot dog; from time to time the subject would put his fingers in my mouth so that I would leave them well sucked so that he could rub them on my hard, salty nipples that leave my skin shivering.
A stronger kick and I enjoyed the first dizzying thrill that was followed by even more mind-boggling others requiring me to use all my strength not to scream with pleasure letting him take charge of controlling my momentum; the fuck advanced into the night until it culminated in a full thrill of the male soaking my jerk and providing a last delirious orgasm; we stayed hooked for some time breathing heavily and with the sweat drenching our skin. "T, bitch!
I thought about getting up and washing my lower parts, but the fatigue had increased considerably after that fuck and I ended up falling asleep happy for life. I woke up with my husband rubbing his fingers on my bouquet saying that I was dying of heat. <unk>Ah is it? So before you fuck me, lick me!<unk>, I replied in an emphatic tone and he did not make a plea; he opened my legs and fell from his mouth sucking and licking like a starving man coming to stick his tongue inside the cave, several times; I did not realize if he suspected the smell of shit that the sherika was exhaling, but did not realize if he complained! We stopped for the famous <unk>iger dad and satisfied mother<unk>, whose duration was always as short as his performance as soon as he was still exhausted inside me, grumbling in my body and we ended up with his heavy breathing, and he left me wondering about my ability to get up and do everything with my life, even though I had a note on his ability to get up and do it.
Throughout that day I kept thinking about the risk that had been the fortuitous and stealthy climb assuming that it would not be repeated although I wanted a new experience and when I returned home I tried to hit with reason and not with emotion. Unfortunately or not, the next night everything was repeated as before except for the intensity of the desire that made me fall into temptation giving me without resistance; to my surprise the freak put me on my knees and used his hands to separate my buttocks speaking the joy making me sink my face in the pillow to drown the moans; then the abuser pulled my until I was four on the bed; I stayed probing my husband in order to make sure that I was sleeping.
He came from behind burying the gun in my pocket and initiating a sequence of emphatic movements inserting and removing the member with rhythm and cadence causing me to enjoy an orgasm of such magnitude that I once again stifled my reaction on the pillow feeling the body shake with it beating with more speed offering another orgasmic succession that drove me crazy! Apart from the fact that my husband slept next to his wife taking a roll in the pocket it was scary but also beyond exciting and I had to make every effort not to scream with pleasure when he ejaculated inside me filling my cave with his hot and thick milk providing an ultimate and soothing orgasm.
Without ceremony he pulled the half-masted pistol from inside me and disappeared as soon as it had arisen leaving me exhausted, sweaty and gasping for breath; I needed a shower more than anything, yet I had no strength even to move myself over the bed remaining bare-chested to the sound of my husband's hoarse snoring. When the new day came I gave thanks for the fact that my husband woke up before me and went to work and with great effort I crawled to the bathroom taking a comforting shower; I was washing the bucket when the torrid memory of the previous night overtook my mind forcing me to beat a delicious goosebump crazy.
I arrived late at night after another exhausting day at work and had no energy for anything but to take off my clothes, put on my sweater and plunge into a deep sleep from which I was snatched when my night visitor put me upside down, opened my legs and dipped his face between them offering a tongue bath that led me to delirium, again and again looking to the side in order to check if my husband was still sleeping controlling the desire to moan praising the oral dexterity of my partner.
And once again without warning he penetrated me with that pistol whose hardness was alarming passing to the new pelvic performance inserting and extracting that juiciness from inside me leading us to another ecstasy that resulted in orgasms erupting inside me tearing my skin and making my body tremble; I tried to watch my husband's sleep, but my visitor demanded that I pay attention to his performance who also devoted himself to licking and sucking my hard nipples alternating with bites and suckers that made me even more agitated and excited. It all came to an end when I received another load of male milk irrigating my pussy feeling the pistol sunk inside me satisfied as if it did not want to come out anymore.
In the morning I was still drowsy when I felt my husband rubbing his cock on my ass indicating his intentions; I did not hesitate to push it until it was upside down climbing over it and sitting on the limb that was swallowed by my cave still smeared with remnants of alien semen facilitating penetration while I quivered hallucinatingly going up and down on it grunting clenching my breasts unable to offer any reaction.
For a change he enjoyed fast mixing his load with what was still left of the rejoicing visitor and little caring about my lot; I gave up insisting since the pirouette softened quickly leaving me in the mood for a morning romp and I jumped to the side following to the bathroom taking a shower. Throughout the day I only thought about what awaited me in the evening with the possible usual visit of my fucking male; unfortunately the evening extended more than expected at both work and home with my husband glued in front of the television watching his damn football!
I awoke hours later with him standing beside the bed rubbing his pirouette into my lips which was immediately swallowed by me offering a juicy sucking right to lick at the balls and squeezes at the gland trapped between my lips; I got tired of savoring the limb whose rigidity showed itself as of overwhelming habit little caring to watch my husband's sleep that I even knew to be in the bed by my side; while I tasted the tasty saffron put his hand between my legs fingering my jerk with enormous dexterity offering a flowing sip that left me hallucinating wishing for more. And many sips later he held my head passing punching the pirouette inside my mouth turning it into a new cabbage to his face to culminate in a mellow sipping until it made me almost unable to choke escaping my sweating and taking my milk from my face but not ejaculating for a while.
I had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom to wash my face and comb my hair before going back to bed; in the days that followed the visits became a regular part of my nights lacking them to alleviate the tribulations of work added to the suffering performance of my husband whose breakthroughs besides rude were increasingly limited. I thought that I had already tried everything a little with my visitor, not knowing that he had something else in mind. And one night he came and put me on all fours separating my buttocks and tonguing my cheeks with his tongue there; I was suspicious of what was to come, but at the same time, a feeling of enormous and boundless anxiety that was gradually revealing itself with contortions. He replaced the tongue with the pearly pincer emphasizing the region just before the initial blow.
I was very excited feeling a mixture of pain and anxiety which he took care to soothe by patting my buttocks as he charged the brute mercilessly lacing my brioche which burned like a burn from the outside in; I tried to relax and even though it was not my first time the feeling was the same as it had been before and as the penetration was reaching its crucial point tightening my seal and filling my rectum I tried to resist and even more so when my curse was completed he wasted no time in initiating vigorous impetuously voracious kicks which soon resulted in the mitigation of the enormous pain by the pleasure he gave me multiple orgasms without the need for any kind of manipulation.
And it all came to a rather abrupt end when our son met someone and married her, leaving me only to miss the memorable and unforgettable fucks of the one who for a long time was my delicious night visitor. I thought that my days of pleasure had come to an end and I tried to settle for the inevitable, but I was surprised by a morning visit from him picking me up in the kitchen, tearing off my clothes and fucking me on the table, making me enjoy everything I had been holding back for a while. "Don't worry, my little bitch! Whenever possible I'll fuck you up!" He stormed off before leaving behind an anxious mother dreaming of the return of his delicious visitor!