Chemistry between a man and a woman is everything. If it’s ..
🕑 Added 2022-07-31 00:13:33 +0000 UTC
Chemistry between a man and a woman is everything. If it’s not there, it doesn’t really matter how hot or well hung the man is. Sadly, the pussy just isn’t going to get wet. It’s just how nature works
But the converse is also true. If the chemistry’s there, then it doesn’t matter who the man is. In fact, he might even be your husband’s mortal enemy. But even if that happens to be the case, it makes absolutely no difference whatsoever. Your pussy’s going to involuntarily lubricate and swell just for him. So that when he has you on your back on a conference room table with your little black dress hiked up and your legs spread wide, you might even be a little embarrassed by just how wet he has your pussy. Certainly, you realize in the back of your mind, it’s going to be a fact that he will hold over your sweet hubby’s head at some point in time. But it will all be worth it when you see his eyes roll back into his head as he slowly eases the thickest erection you’ve ever felt into your greedy little cunt. Because what he needs is exactly the same thing as what you need. You’re literally the yin to his yang.
And while it might be excruciatingly painful for your husband to see his rival’s heavy balls nestled snug against your asshole as he embeds himself inside of you all the way to the hilt, the good news is that your husband’s not there. And honestly, it wouldn’t matter one bit if he was. All you care about at that particular second is the sensation that a woman can only experience from having such an imposing invader at the gate of her w0mb.
When the elicit act is completed and the two of you return to the gathering, you can’t help but notice that you’re greeted by a number of disapproving glances. It’s apparent to these onlookers that the two of you have stolen away to mate like animals in some dark corner of the building. And perhaps you’re being paranoid, but the stares also give you the uncomfortable feeling that everyone knows you have rivulets of his semen slowing making their way down your inner thigh. It certainly doesn’t help that you couldn’t locate the cute little pair of thong panties that your stud carelessly tossed into the darkness before taking his prize.
In retrospect, perhaps the two of you should have been more discreet. This is, after all, a work gather. But whatever, the die has been cast, and there’s simply no undoing it now.
And that, my dear friends, is the power of chemistry.
