Kevin and Moira’s marriage burned with love, trust, and a fierce appetite for pushing boundaries. At thirty-two, Moira was a vision—her fiery red hair cascaded like molten copper over a body built for desire: full breasts, a tight waist, hips that swayed like a whispered promise. Her emerald eyes flashed with confidence, her smile a wicked spark. Kevin, lean and wired with quiet intensity, loved her not just for her looks but for her fearless plunge into their shared cravings. Their open marriage was a living flame, fueled by raw honesty and the electric thrill of hotwifing, each adventure tightening their bond.
On a sultry Friday night, their suburban home glowed under a single lamp in the living room. A half-empty bottle of merlot sat on the coffee table, its deep ruby catching the light, two glasses shimmering with condensation, the air thick with expectation. Moira’s phone lay between them, Tinder open, a portal to their next rush. Kevin’s blood surged, a heady mix of heat and nerves, as they flicked through her messages, each one a potential match to their fire.
Moira paused on a message from Derek, a guy with dark hair, a carved jaw, and shoulders that screamed power. His first message was bold but smooth: “Moira, your profile hit me hard. That smile, those curves—wanna see if the vibe’s real over a drink?” Now, a new photo popped up. Moira’s eyes lit up, a sly grin spreading as she opened it. It was Derek’s cock—thick, long, hard, the tip slick with a pearled bead, framed against a muscled thigh. The sight was raw, and Moira’s breath hitched, her skin prickling as she angled the phone toward Kevin, her grin sharp.
“Check this out,” she said, voice low and charged, vibrating with excitement. “Jesus, Kevin, it’s massive—and fucking beautiful. Look at that thickness, that curve.” She zoomed in, fingers brushing the screen, eyes tracing its size, the tight, veined skin, the glossy tip. “I need to feel this.”
Kevin leaned closer, hand on her thigh, her warmth seeping through her black dress, soft as sin against his palm. His pulse hammered, arousal tangled with a sting of jealousy that only stoked their game. “Damn, Moira,” he growled, voice rough as gravel, “that’s something else. You’re gonna have a wild night.” His grip tightened, fingers sinking into her flesh, his own need stirring as he pictured her with Derek.
Moira’s eyes danced as she pulled up Derek’s profile, showing more shots: one of him shirtless on a beach, muscles glistening under the sun, another in a sharp suit, all quiet dominance. His bio was blunt:
Confident, adventurous, here for fun. Want someone who knows what she wants.
She bit her lip, cheeks flushed, a faint sheen of sweat on her skin. “He’s my kind of trouble,” she murmured, voice dripping with intent.
Their eyes locked, a silent spark flaring. Kevin’s anticipation surged. “Text him,” he urged, fingers sliding higher, grazing the dress’s edge, feeling the heat radiating from her.
Moira shot off a reply:
Hey Derek, that pic’s a hell of a move. I’m in. Velvet Lounge, 9 PM?
Derek’s response was instant: Glad you’re into it. See you there.
She turned to Kevin, lips brushing his ear, her breath warm and teasing. “He’s the one,” she whispered, voice a sultry purr. “And I’m taking that cock tonight.”
The words hit Kevin like a spark, desire and jealousy twisting together. He pulled her into a hungry kiss, tasting the tart merlot on her lips, hands roaming her curves, the fabric of her dress sliding under his fingers. “You’ll have him on his knees,” he murmured. “I want every damn detail when you’re back.”
Moira’s laugh was soft, teasing, her breath hot against his skin. “You’ll get more than details,” she promised, fingers trailing down his chest, nails lightly scraping. “Now get me ready for him.”
Kevin followed her to their bedroom, the air electric. The room was their haven, with a plush bed draped in soft linens and a full-length mirror dominating one wall, reflecting their charged energy. Moira stood by her wardrobe, fingers skimming hangers, her body still humming from Derek’s photo. Kevin watched from the doorway, eyes heavy with want, knowing this ritual was as much for their shared heat as for her night with Derek.
“Something bold,” Moira said, pulling out a red dress that shimmered like liquid fire. She held it up, glancing at Kevin, her eyes glinting. “This? To make that cock I’m craving lose it?”
He stepped closer, eyes devouring her, the air thick with their shared desire. “Fucking perfect,” he said, voice low and rough. “It’ll cling to you like a second skin. He’s done for.” He moved behind her, hands on her hips, lips brushing the back of her neck, his breath hot, stirring the fine hairs there. “Put it on.”
Moira grinned, peeling off her black dress, the fabric whispering as it fell to reveal lacy black lingerie—a bra that lifted her full breasts, panties barely there, clinging to her curves. Kevin’s breath caught, but he held back, letting the tension build, his mind on Derek’s cock. She slipped into the red dress, the fabric sliding over her skin like a lover’s touch, the deep neckline framing her cleavage, the hem barely grazing her thighs. She turned to the mirror, smoothing the dress over her hips, the fabric catching the light, her reflection a siren’s call. She caught Kevin’s gaze in the glass, their eyes locking with a shared hunger.
“Goddamn, Moira,” he said, hands gliding over the fabric, tracing her waist, feeling the heat of her body beneath. “You’re a vision.” He turned her to face him, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. “But let’s make you irresistible for him—and that cock you’re dying for.”
Her eyes flashed with mischief, a spark of anticipation. “You mean…?”
Kevin nodded, a slow grin spreading. “I want you smooth and perfect for him. Let me take care of you.” The idea sent a shiver through Moira, the intimacy of it amplified by the thought of Derek’s size. She nodded, breath quickening, her chest rising and falling as she led him to the bathroom, where soft light bathed the tiled floors, creating a private sanctuary scented with jasmine from her soap.
Moira perched on the edge of the bathtub, legs slightly parted, the cool porcelain against her skin grounding her. Kevin knelt before her, hands steady but charged as he hooked his fingers into her lacy black panties, sliding them down slowly, the fabric whispering against her thighs to reveal her mound. The act was raw, his eyes locked on her exposed skin, picturing Derek’s cock against it, the air between them thick with desire. He set the panties aside, their delicate lace pooling on the tile, and grabbed a bowl of warm water, a fresh razor, shaving cream, and a soft towel. He looked up, eyes dark with hunger, the faint scent of her arousal already mingling with the steam from the water. “You’re gonna drive him wild,” he murmured, voice thick, mind fixed on the photo.
He spread shaving cream over her mound, fingers working the cool, creamy foam into her skin with slow, deliberate strokes, the absence of her panties making it deeply sensual. The scent of the cream, faintly floral, mixed with her natural musk, filling the air. Moira sighed, easing into his touch, the warmth of the foam and his careful fingers sending sparks through her core, her skin tingling under his hands. Kevin’s touch was steady, his focus razor-sharp as he glided the razor over her skin, shaving with precision, the soft scrape of the blade a quiet rhythm in the stillness. Each stroke was intimate, the metal kissing her skin, his fingers grazing her folds now and then, drawing soft gasps, her breath hitching in the quiet.
“Hold still, babe,” he whispered, breath hot against her inner thigh, stirring the fine hairs there as he angled the razor to follow her curves. He worked with care, making her silky smooth, his fingers brushing her clit lightly as he shifted her, stoking a slow burn of arousal. Moira gripped the tub’s edge, her knuckles whitening, breath catching as the intimacy fueled her anticipation, her mind on Derek’s cock sliding against her bare skin, the thought sending a pulse of heat through her.
Kevin rinsed the razor in the warm water, the soft splash breaking the silence, his movements slow, eyes meeting hers, a shared intensity passing between them. “You’re fucking gorgeous like this,” he said, voice heavy with want, low and resonant. He finished, wiping her clean with the towel, its soft cotton dragging slowly over her sensitive skin, his fingers lingering to feel her smoothness, warm and slick under his touch. He leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her freshly shaved skin, the heat of his lips and the faint scratch of his stubble making Moira moan, her body quivering, a rush of warmth flooding her core.
“Perfect,” he murmured, standing to pull her into a deep kiss, hands roaming her body, feeling the dress’s smooth fabric against her newly bare skin, the contrast electric. “He’s gonna lose his mind when he feels you.”
Moira grinned, cheeks flushed, a faint sheen of sweat on her brow. “You’re making it damn hard to leave,” she teased, fingers trailing down his chest, nails lightly scraping through his shirt. But Kevin wasn’t done. He led her to the bedroom, grabbing her hairbrush from the vanity. Standing behind her, he brushed her fiery hair into loose waves, each stroke gentle, fingers grazing her scalp, sending tingles down her spine. “He’ll want to bury his hands in this,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear, his breath warm and teasing.
Moira shivered, eyes half-closed, her skin prickling. “Keep that up, and I’m not going anywhere,” she teased, voice low and husky. Kevin chuckled, setting the brush down and reaching for her perfume. He spritzed jasmine and vanilla on her neck, wrists, and inner thighs, the sweet, heady scent filling the air as he massaged it into her skin, his touch firm yet tender, igniting heat with every stroke.
“Now makeup,” he said, stepping back but staying close, his presence a steady warmth. Moira applied foundation with ease, her skin glowing under the soft bedroom light, then lined her eyes with kohl, making them blaze like green fire. Kevin watched, captivated, as she painted her lips crimson, the color rich and sinful, promising trouble. “That’s the look that’ll drop him,” he said, voice rough, mind on Derek’s photo, the image still vivid.
She slipped into strappy black heels, her legs endless, the leather straps biting lightly into her skin. Kevin knelt to adjust them, fingers brushing her ankles, sending a shiver through her, the cool floor against his knees grounding him. He looked up, eyes burning. “You’re ready to wreck him,” he said, standing to pull her close, hands roaming, memorizing her in the dress, the fabric warm from her body. “But first…”
He kissed her hard, tongue diving in, tasting the wine and her heat, hands gripping her through the fabric, feeling the curve of her ass. Moira moaned, pressing into him, her body buzzing, thoughts on Derek’s photo, her skin alive with anticipation. “Save some for me later,” she whispered, pulling back with a sly grin, her lips swollen from the kiss.
“I’ll be waiting,” Kevin growled, voice thick. “Text me when you’re heading back. And don’t hold back on the details.”
Moira grabbed her clutch, heels clicking on the hardwood as she headed out, hips swaying with intent, the dress catching every curve. Kevin watched her go, mind flooded with images of her with Derek, that thick cock filling her. The wait was always a delicious kind of torture.
As the door clicked shut behind Moira, the house fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the settling floorboards. Kevin sank onto the couch, the leather cool against his skin, the merlot bottle still sitting on the coffee table, its scent faintly lingering. His heart pounded, a mix of anticipation and restless energy coursing through him, his cock already half-hard, straining against his jeans. The image of Derek’s photo burned in his mind—thick, veined, glistening, a vivid promise of what Moira was experiencing right now. He shifted, the denim tight, his body buzzing with the raw edge of their game.
The clock on the wall ticked slowly, each second stretching, amplifying the quiet. Kevin’s mind spun with images of Moira at The Velvet Lounge, her red dress clinging to her curves, Derek’s eyes raking over her, his hands brushing her thigh, their flirtation escalating. He pictured her leaning in, lips grazing Derek’s ear, her breath hot as she suggested they leave, her body pressed against his as they headed to the hotel. His cock twitched, fully hard now, the pressure intense as he imagined her in that suite, the dress pooling on the floor, her smooth, freshly shaved pussy bare for Derek’s touch. He could almost hear her moans, soft at first, then louder, raw, as Derek’s thick cock stretched her, filling her in ways that made Kevin’s chest tighten with a mix of jealousy and searing arousal.
He stood, pacing the living room, the hardwood cool under his bare feet, trying to shake the tension. The scent of Moira’s perfume still lingered in the air, jasmine and vanilla mixing with the faint musk of her earlier arousal, driving his need higher. He imagined her now, maybe riding Derek, her breasts bouncing, her moans filling the hotel room, her smooth pussy gripping that massive cock. His hand hovered over his zipper, temptation clawing at him. He could be quick, just enough to take the edge off, but what if it dulled the edge he needed for her? He wanted to fuck her hard, to feel her loose, slick pussy around him, still warm and wet from Derek. The thought of her coming home, dripping with another man’s cum, her body flushed and used, made his cock throb painfully, the denim almost unbearable.
Kevin checked the time on his phone—10:47 PM. It had been nearly two hours since Moira left. By now, they were likely at the hotel, the flirtation long gone, replaced by raw need. His mind zeroed in: Moira was probably on her back right now, legs spread, Derek’s broad frame over her, his thick cock driving into her, her smooth pussy yielding to every thrust. The image was vivid—her fiery hair splayed across the sheets, her cries sharp, her body arching as Derek fucked her, their bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with the scent of sex. Kevin’s breath hitched, his cock aching, the pressure unbearable.
He gave in, the temptation too strong. Sitting back on the couch, the leather creaking under him, he unzipped his jeans, the sound sharp in the quiet. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. He wrapped his hand around it, the warmth of his own skin grounding him, and began to stroke slowly, deliberately, careful not to push too far. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his mind flooded with images of Moira—her lips around Derek’s cock, her tongue teasing the tip, her smooth pussy stretched wide, slick with arousal and Derek’s cum. His grip tightened, the slickness of his precum easing the motion, the sensation electric but controlled.
He paused, catching the bead of precum on his finger, the clear droplet catching the dim light. He brought it to his lips, tasting the salty, slightly bitter tang, the act raw and intimate. It sent a shiver through him, knowing that soon he’d be tasting another man’s cum, licking it from Moira’s well-fucked pussy, the thought driving his arousal to a fever pitch. His cock throbbed in his hand, begging for release, but he forced himself to stop, his breath ragged, chest heaving. He couldn’t risk it—not when he wanted to be at his peak for her, to reclaim her with every ounce of his need, to feel the evidence of her night as he fucked her, tasted her, made her his again.
With a groan, he wedged his cock back into his jeans, the denim tight and unforgiving, the pressure a constant reminder of his restraint. He leaned back, eyes fixed on the clock, the seconds ticking by, each one bringing Moira closer to home. His body was taut, his mind a storm of images—Moira’s cries, Derek’s cock filling her, her smooth skin glistening. He’d wait, letting the tension build, knowing it would make their reunion explosive, her body carrying the evidence of her night, ready for him to claim.
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At The Velvet Lounge, the air thrummed with energy, thick with the scent of cologne, whiskey, and faint perfume. Dim lights cast shadows, the low hum of jazz mingling with murmured conversations. Moira spotted Derek at the bar, his presence magnetic, broad shoulders filling out a fitted black shirt, dark eyes locking onto her as she approached. The spark was immediate, her skin tingling, her mind flashing to his photo, the image seared into her.
“Moira,” he said, voice deep and smooth, like aged bourbon, as he stood to greet her with a firm handshake, his palm warm and calloused, pulling her into a light embrace that pressed her briefly against his solid frame. “You’re even hotter in person.”
She grinned, confidence radiating, thoughts on his cock, her body already responding to his presence. “You’re not half bad yourself,” she said, sliding onto the barstool beside him, the leather cool against her thighs. They ordered drinks—whiskey for him, its smoky scent curling in the air, a martini for her, crisp and sharp—and their conversation flowed, sharp and easy. Derek’s wit was quick, his gaze heavy, lingering on her curves, the heat of his look sending warmth pooling low in her belly.
As the night deepened, their flirtation turned electric. His hand grazed her thigh under the table, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles through the thin fabric of her dress, each touch igniting a pulse of heat. Moira leaned in, lips brushing his ear, her breath warm, carrying the faint scent of vanilla. “Wanna get out of here?”
His eyes flared, a hungry edge to them. “Hell yeah.”
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They landed in a sleek hotel suite Derek had booked, city lights glittering through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over the room’s plush carpet and crisp white sheets. The door clicked shut, and the air ignited, thick with the scent of their arousal and the faint musk of his cologne. Derek pulled Moira close, hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he kissed her hard, his tongue diving into her mouth, tasting her heat, a low groan rumbling in his chest. She moaned, a soft, needy sound, her fingers tugging at his shirt, the buttons straining as she yanked it open, desperate for his skin, her mind fixed on the cock she’d seen.
He lifted her with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist, the friction of his belt buckle against her bare thighs sending sparks through her. He carried her to the bed, the mattress sinking under their weight, and the red dress hit the floor with a soft rustle, revealing her bare, freshly shaved pussy and the black lace bra clinging to her curves. Derek’s hands roamed, cupping her full breasts, thumbs grazing her hardened nipples through the lace, the rough texture sending jolts of pleasure through her. His fingers slid lower, finding her smooth skin, and he groaned, eyes dark with lust, pupils blown wide. “Fuck, Moira, your pussy’s so damn smooth,” he said, voice rough as gravel, his fingers tracing her silky skin, lingering on the delicate, slick folds, the sensation electric against her bare flesh. “It’s perfect—did you do this for me?”
Moira’s lips curled into a sultry smile, her voice low and raw, dripping with want. “I wanted to be flawless for you, Derek. The second I saw that gorgeous cock in your photo, I knew we were ending up here tonight, your hands on me, that cock inside me.” Her words hit him like a spark, his fingers pressing harder against her smooth mound, tracing her with a reverence that made her shiver, her skin prickling under his touch, the air heavy with the scent of her arousal.
“Goddamn,” he growled, his voice thick with hunger, clearly turned on by her honesty. “You’re gonna feel so fucking good around me.” His fingers lingered, exploring her shaved skin, the smoothness amplifying every sensation, each stroke sending a pulse of heat through her core, her body already slick with need.
Moira arched into him, her body begging, her mind consumed by the thought of his thick cock. “Prove it,” she challenged, her voice a husky dare, her breath hot against his jaw.
He kissed down her neck, lips searing, the faint scratch of his stubble grazing her skin, leaving a trail of fire. He unhooked her bra, the lace falling away to free her breasts, their weight heavy in his hands. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue hot and wet, swirling over the sensitive peak, drawing a sharp moan from Moira as her back arched, pressing herself closer. His hand slid between her thighs, finding her soaked, her bare skin making every touch electric, the slickness coating his fingers as he teased her clit, her sensitivity sparking moans that filled the room, raw and unrestrained.
“Fuck, Derek,” she gasped, hips bucking, the air thick with the musky scent of her arousal. He chuckled, a low, primal sound, as his fingers dove into her wetness, the slick heat enveloping them as he teased her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, watching her writhe, her cries growing louder, echoing off the walls.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” he murmured, sliding two fingers inside her, the stretch warm and intimate, curling them to hit that sweet spot, the pressure sending waves of pleasure through her. Moira’s head fell back, her fiery hair spilling over the sheets, body trembling, hands clutching the crisp linens, the fabric cool against her heated skin. He worked her with skill, thumb circling her clit, the slick sounds of her arousal mingling with her moans, pushing her toward the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, voice raw, her breath ragged. He didn’t, his pace relentless, fingers pumping, thumb pressing harder, until she broke, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire, her pussy clenching around his fingers, cries echoing in the suite, sharp and desperate. Derek watched her unravel, his cock straining against his pants, the fabric tight, aching to be inside her, just as she’d pictured.
Catching her breath, Moira’s eyes gleamed with hunger, her skin flushed and glistening. She pushed Derek onto his back, straddling his hips, the heat of his body searing through her as she tore open his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, the faint sheen of sweat catching the light. Her hands moved lower, unbuckling his belt with a soft clink, freeing his thick, hard cock—the one from the photo, even more breathtaking up close. It stood proud, pulsing, the tip slick with precum, the veins stark against the taut skin. Moira’s breath caught, her body aching, the sight sending a fresh wave of heat through her core.
She licked her lips, eyes locked on his, their intensity like a physical touch. Leaning down, her breath hot against his skin, the musky scent of him filling her senses, she murmured, “Been dying for this.” Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly, feeling him pulse, the heat and weight of him grounding her. Derek groaned, hands fisting the sheets, the crisp fabric crinkling as she flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting the salty, tangy precum, her lips tingling with the sensation.
“Fuck, Moira,” he growled, voice rough as she swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the slit, the taste sharp and intoxicating, before sliding her lips over him. She savored his thickness, lips stretching around him, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him, hand stroking the base in rhythm. She pulled back, lips wet, glistening in the low light. “You good for another round?” she teased, voice dripping with want. “I want your cum in my mouth, but I need this cock to fuck me too.”
Derek’s eyes burned, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “I’m good for it,” he promised, voice thick, the air heavy with their shared heat. “Keep going.”
Moira dove back in, eyes locked on his, his gaze fueling her fire. She took him deeper, throat relaxing, the musky scent of him overwhelming as her tongue traced the pulsing vein along his shaft, the texture rough under her touch. Derek’s hands tangled in her hair, urging her on, his hips twitching as she moved, lips gliding wetly, the slick sounds mingling with his low groans. She moaned, the vibration pulling a curse from him, his control slipping, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal.
She teased the tip, tongue swirling the sensitive underside, the skin hot and slick, before sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing, the pressure intense. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging gently, feeling them tighten, warm and heavy in her palm. She mixed her pace—slow, deliberate drags, then fast, relentless pulls, lips and tongue in sync, the wet heat of her mouth driving him wild. She lingered at the frenulum, flicking it with precision, the sharp sensation making Derek’s hips buck, his breath ragged. “You’re fucking unreal,” he groaned, voice strained, hands tightening in her hair, tugging just enough to sting.
Moira fed off his reactions, his taut muscles, his raw, guttural sounds filling the room. She took him deep, throat constricting, the heat and pressure pushing him closer, her lips stretched tight around him. She focused on the head, sucking hard while her hand pumped his slick shaft, tongue dancing over the tip, the taste of him sharp and heady. Derek’s breathing turned jagged, body tensing, muscles coiling under his skin. “Moira, I’m close,” he warned, voice a low growl.
She didn’t stop, craving his release, the need visceral. She moved faster, hand and mouth in sync, tongue hitting that sensitive spot, the slick sounds of her mouth echoing in the quiet. Derek’s groans became gasps, hips bucking as he hit the edge. With a raw, primal growl, he came, cock pulsing in her mouth, hot, thick spurts coating her tongue as she swallowed, the salty taste flooding her senses, tongue teasing him through it, savoring every drop. She pulled back slowly, licking her lips, the taste lingering, eyes locked on his with a wicked grin, her breath heavy in the charged air.
“That was insane,” Derek panted, chest heaving, sweat beading on his skin, catching the light. Moira straddled him, hands roaming his chest, feeling his racing heart under her palms, the heat of his skin searing. “You better be ready for more,” she teased, grinding against him, feeling him harden again, the friction sending sparks through her core.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll fuck you till you scream,” he promised, hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, the pressure grounding her.
Moira leaned down, kissing him hard, letting him taste himself on her lips, the kiss sloppy, all heat and need, her tongue tangling with his. “Good,” she purred, voice a sultry growl. “Because I’m not done.” She guided his hardening cock to her entrance, her smooth skin amplifying the sensation, the slick heat of her pussy brushing against his tip as she sank down, savoring the slow, delicious stretch as he filled her, his size overwhelming, just as she’d imagined. They both groaned, her wet heat swallowing him, the sensation raw and consuming, her walls gripping him tight.
Moira rode him hard, breasts bouncing, the air filled with the soft slap of skin against skin, her hands braced on his chest, nails digging into his flesh, leaving faint red marks. Derek gripped her hips, guiding her, eyes locked in a primal dance, the intensity of his gaze like a physical touch. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, hands sliding to her ass, squeezing, the pressure sending jolts through her as he thrust up, her smooth skin driving him wild, the slick friction electric.
She leaned forward, lips crashing against his, kisses sloppy and desperate, teeth grazing, tongues tangling, the taste of him still lingering as pleasure built, her body trembling. Derek flipped her onto her back, the mattress creaking, hooking her legs over his shoulders, her thighs soft against his skin as he drove into her with deep, hard thrusts, each one hitting her perfectly, his thick cock stretching her, the sensation raw and overwhelming, her pussy slick and yielding. Moira’s nails dug into his back, scraping along his skin, moans turning to cries, sharp and desperate, filling the room with their raw edge.
“Come for me,” he demanded, voice raw, a low growl that vibrated through her. That was enough—Moira shattered, her pussy clenching around him like a vise, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave, screams tearing from her throat, echoing off the walls, her body trembling, slick with sweat. Derek followed, his release hitting hard, cock pulsing inside her, hot, thick cum filling her, the warmth spreading deep, his groan a low rumble as he spilled into her, their bodies locked together in the heat of it.
They collapsed together, breathless and spent, the air heavy with the musky scent of sex, sweat, and jasmine. Moira’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her back to reality. She glanced at it, a smile tugging at her lips as she thought of Kevin, waiting, his own hunger building.
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Hours later, Moira slipped into their home, hair tousled, dress clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, the fabric warm and slightly damp. Kevin was on the couch, eyes dark with hunger, his body taut, cock still hard from the hours of waiting, the anticipation a low burn in his veins. She straddled his lap, kissing him hard, her lips swollen, tasting of wine and her own heat, her body still thrumming from Derek. Without a word, Kevin’s hands roamed, pulling her dress up, the fabric rustling to reveal her bare, wet pussy, glistening with Derek’s cum, the musky scent hitting him like a drug. His breath caught as he watched a slow trickle of Derek’s seed leak from her swollen, well-fucked folds, the sight raw and primal, setting him on fire. Her pussy was loose, sloppy, proof of Derek’s massive cock, the photo burned in his mind, driving his need to a fever pitch.
His fingers grazed her thighs, the skin hot and slick, then paused, eyes meeting hers with a question, his breath heavy. Moira nodded, a knowing smile urging him on, her eyes glinting with shared desire. Kevin leaned down, breath hot against her inner thigh, the faint musk of her arousal and Derek’s release filling his senses, intoxicating. His tongue flicked out, lapping at her swollen folds, the taste salty, musky, and raw, a heady mix of her sweetness and Derek’s cum. Moira moaned, a soft, needy sound, her hands tangling in his hair, fingers tugging as he licked her clean, savoring every drop, the act raw and intimate, the slick warmth of her pussy against his tongue driving him wild. He took his time, tongue tracing her smooth skin, the texture silky and hot, cleaning every trace of Derek’s cum, his own need surging as he pictured her stretched by that cock she’d shown him, the taste and scent overwhelming.
“Tell me everything,” Kevin murmured against her skin, voice thick, lips brushing her folds, the vibration sending a shiver through her as he pulled back, lips wet, glistening in the dim light, hands still on her thighs, fingers sinking into her flesh.
Moira grinned, voice low and teasing, a sultry edge as she spilled the details of her night, her breath warm against his ear. “That photo didn’t lie,” she murmured, lips brushing his skin, the faint scent of vanilla lingering. “His cock was even better in person, thick and perfect, filling me up. He couldn’t get enough of my smooth pussy, kept groaning, ‘Fuck, Moira, it’s so damn smooth,’ his fingers all over me like he was obsessed. I told him I shaved to look flawless for him, that after his pic, I knew we’d end up fucking, and it drove him wild, Kevin, his touch so hungry.” Kevin’s breath hitched, hands gripping her hips, fingers digging in as she went on. “I took him in my mouth, and he filled it, so thick I could barely take him. I teased him, asked if he could go again because I needed that cock inside me too. I worked him with my tongue, felt him shake every time I hit that spot, the taste of him so fucking good. He groaned my name, hands in my hair, and when he came, I drank it all, loving every drop. Then he fucked me, Kevin, so hard, that huge cock stretching me, the slick heat of it overwhelming, filling me with his cum as I screamed, my smooth skin making every thrust feel like fire.”
Kevin’s need flared, hands sliding between her thighs, finding her still slick, her smooth skin amplifying his touch, the warmth and wetness intoxicating. He pulled her to the bed, clothes hitting the floor in a rush, the air filled with the soft thud of fabric and their heavy breathing. He positioned her on her back, legs spread wide, her pussy still loose and wet from Derek’s fucking, his cum making her slick, the musky scent heady. Kevin slid into her slowly, savoring her stretched, sloppy heat, the warmth enveloping him like a glove, her walls yielding yet gripping him. She felt different—open, slick, Derek’s size lingering, driving Kevin wild. Each thrust was deep, his cock gliding through her slickness, the wet sounds mingling with their moans, the warmth and looseness a raw reminder of her night, the sensation of Derek’s cum against his own cock pushing him to the edge.
Moira moaned beneath him, matching his possessive rhythm, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving faint red trails, her breath hot and ragged. “God, you feel so fucking good,” Kevin growled, thrusting harder, feeling her pussy give way, still soft and pliant from Derek’s claiming, the slick heat overwhelming. He angled his hips to hit her deepest spots, the pressure sparking cries from her, raw and desperate, her moans filling the room like music. Her words about Derek’s cock echoed in his mind, the contrast of her loose, cum-slicked pussy with his need to reclaim her driving him harder, thrusts turning urgent, the slickness of Derek’s cum mixed with her arousal intoxicating, his cock sliding through her stretched folds with ease. Moira’s cries grew louder, her body arching, breasts bouncing, skin flushed and slick with sweat as she neared another climax, her pussy clenching despite its looseness, sending waves of pleasure through them both, the air thick with the scent of their shared heat.
“Fuck, Kevin,” she gasped, voice breaking, “take me.” Her words, paired with the raw feel of her well-fucked pussy, sent him over. He came hard, his release hot and thick, mixing with Derek’s remnants, the sensation overwhelming, groans blending with her screams as they climaxed together, bodies shaking, the bed creaking under them. The raw intensity of their connection, fueled by the night and Derek’s cock, left them breathless, their bond tighter than ever, the air heavy with the musky scent of sex and sweat.
As they lay tangled together, Moira kissed him softly, her lips warm and swollen, tasting faintly of salt. “You’re still my favorite,” she murmured, eyes gleaming, a faint sheen of sweat on her brow.
Kevin chuckled, pulling her close, his hands warm against her skin. “And you’re mine. Always.”
