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By (user no longer on site) OP
32 weeks ago
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I’ve crafted a vivid scenario of two forbidden lovers. Jake is married with 2 children, but has serious feelings for Lena.
The two of you stumble into the bedroom, the cocaine surging through your veins like wildfire, igniting every nerve. Your heart pounds wildly, driven by the drug and the electric realization that this is happening. Lena—stunning, elusive Lena, the woman you’ve craved for months—is here, her eyes blazing with the same primal hunger consuming you. The air crackles with anticipation, every sensation heightened: the warmth of her breath, the graze of her skin, the frantic beat of your pulse.
There’s no time for hesitation. Lena’s hands are on you instantly, tearing at your shirt with a ferocity that sends a surge straight to your core. “Fuck, Jake, get these off,” she demands, her voice rough with desire. You match her urgency, pulling her top over her head as she fumbles with your belt. Clothes hit the floor in a chaotic mess—ripped fabric, scattered buttons, neither of you caring. Within moments, you’re both bare, her flushed, trembling body a sight to behold: hard nipples, slick thighs, utterly irresistible. She’s mine. At last.
But you don’t rush to the main act. You both crave the tease, the slow build that makes the release explosive. The cocaine sharpens it all—every touch, every taste. You push her onto the bed, her legs parting as you settle between them. She’s already gasping, her breath catching as you kiss her inner thighs, lips brushing sensitive skin. “Jake, please,” she pleads, her voice loud and unrestrained, bouncing off the walls. Her desperation fuels you.
You give in, your tongue tracing a slow path up her slit, tasting her arousal. She’s drenched, her sweet, musky essence overwhelming your senses. “Oh fuck, yes!” Lena cries, her hands tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. You devour her, sucking her clit, flicking it relentlessly, your fingers slipping inside to curl just right. Her moans are a torrent, raw and unfiltered, spurring you on.
Then you take it further, knowing her desires. You spread her wider, your tongue circling her asshole, and she gasps, “Fuck, Jake, yes!” Her hips buck as you rim her, licking with abandon, savoring her squirms. Your fingers plunge back into her pussy, pumping hard, and her cries escalate. “I’m gonna cum—oh god, I’m gonna squirt!” she warns, voice ragged.
You don’t relent. Her words ignite you, and you tongue her ass harder, fingers unyielding. With a guttural scream, she shatters, her pussy clenching as she squirts, soaking your hand, your face, the sheets. It’s messy, hot, and glorious. You keep going, lapping at her through every tremor until she’s a shuddering mess.
But Lena’s not finished. She flips you onto your back, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she straddles your thighs. “My turn,” she purrs, voice still hoarse. Her lips trail down your chest, teasing your nipples, drawing a groan from you. Her hand grips your cock, stroking slowly, but she knows your deeper craving. She spreads your legs, her tongue sliding lower, past your balls, until she’s licking your asshole. The sensation, amplified by the cocaine, hits like a shockwave, and you moan loudly, clutching the sheets. “Fuck, Lena, that’s incredible,” you gasp, arching into her.
She’s merciless, her tongue probing as her hand works your cock. Then a finger slips inside, hitting your prostate perfectly. “Oh shit, right there!” you shout, pleasure spiking through you. You’re teetering on the edge, but you need her fully. “Lena, I need to fuck you,” you rasp, desperate.
She grins, climbing atop you, aligning herself with your throbbing cock. She sinks down slowly, and you both moan as you fill her, her tight heat engulfing you. She rides you fiercely, her breasts bouncing, her voice ringing out. “You feel so fucking good, Jake!” she screams, hands on your chest. You grip her hips, thrusting up, the cocaine making every move electric. Her dirty talk—“Harder, baby, I need it!”—pushes you to the brink.
She tightens around you, her body tensing. “I’m gonna cum again—I’m gonna squirt all over you!” she gasps. You thrust deeper, chasing that moment. With a piercing scream, she does, her pussy pulsing as she soaks you, the wet heat tipping you over. You cum hard, burying yourself in her, your release shaking you to your core.
You collapse together, breathless and slick with sweat. Lena nestles into you, her head on your chest, and you hold her close, still dazed. “That was… unreal,” you murmur. She smiles, kissing your skin. “Yeah. Round two’s coming.” You grin, already stirring. This is only the start. |
