It's laughable that a 31-year-old fucks me harder and deeper..
🕑 Added 2025-07-14 23:05:12 +0000 UTC
It's laughable that a 31-year-old fucks me harder and deeper than my 58-year-old husband. Not just because Shane's dick is longer and thicker, stretching my holes beyond what Scott was ever able to. He simply owns me with every pump of his dick. It's odd, but I've been obsessing over this for days. Now that my five days of getting used like a cum dump by Shane are ending for the week, I almost regret not agreeing to move in full-time, letting him breed me nonstop. But that would ruin it. As much as I hate to admit it, Scott is the fuel that makes Shane destroy me so perfectly. Truthfully, I'm anxious to see my husband and share some highlights about my week with Shane. I get an amazing sexual charge from sharing with Scott how I'm taking my feelings for Shane beyond what I have with him. I think it's because Scott denies it excites him, but his dick stiffens every time I share my texts to Shane with him...me telling Shane good night, and that I love him, often while Shane's cum is still leaking from me. I always look down to see his dick start standing up in his pants. Scott doesn't know it, but I can hear him tugging on his dick in the bathroom after we talk. I wonder how hard he cums thinking about me being with Shane? He's been pussy free for at least 6 months now. It's going to stay that way for the foreseeable future. I get that lots of folks find that twisted, but it soaks my pussy to the core. I admit I've been fixated on Shane. He's dominant, especially at 31. Half my husband's age, but he's crushed him in every way. He wrecks my pussy so completely, I see Scott as a third wheel now. Even worse for him, Shane is his boss at work. I love that Shane won the promotion Scott wanted so bad. It has to be so humiliating to see Shane every day. Especially since Shane flipped from underling to superior, and even more crushing, Shane is now the one slamming his dick into my throat, pussy, and ass, flooding them with sperm. I drip knowing Scott reports to the man who fucks me stupid. Shane's thrusts are brutally perfect. The way his thick head forces my walls apart, the ridge touching and stretching every inch, making room for the rest of his dick as he buries it. His true skill is that Shane is a master at ass-fucking me. He eases in slow, prying my asshole wide until it gapes, but it never hurts. I crave how his head pops free and my hole stays stretched open, begging him to slip it back in. And that feeling when he's balls-deep, widening me, that overfilled gut rearranging sensation never fails to make me cum. He always hits the perfect depth to pump his load, flooding my guts, coating my insides with a thick layer of cum that oozes out for hours.I thought the intensity came from my kink of degrading and cucking my husband, and yes, that's fuel. But Shane truly breeds me like I need to be bred. He reads my body and uses his dick exactly how I need it, obviously owning me. My husband pokes around blindly, half the time missing the mark. It's been six months since I let Scott's dick anywhere near my insides. Why bother? Shane's a massive upgrade. His superior cock skills continue erasing any use for Scott's cock, making it an afterthought. I bet when I tell Scott that his forgotten dick will remain that way, he will get hard as a rock, and he will make an excuse to go to the bathroom. And I hope he does just that!
