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“Finally,” Adam said as he stood up, his lips wet with my juices. He shoved me onto my back on the bed, not gentle at all, gripping my legs and spreading them with firm movements. “I've never fucked a girl with another guy's cum all over her.”
He moved between my legs, the head of his hard cock pressing against my wet, hungry entrance. I held back another moan – god, I needed it so bad I couldn't see straight, I needed him so bad I was seconds from begging.
“You like it,” Lance said, and it wasn't a question. I saw Adam's answering smile and I knew he was right.
“I love it,” Adam said. “My sexy little wife, being the whore we all know she is deep down inside. I've never seen anything hotter.”
And then he thrust into me in one hard stroke, filling me with his length. He didn't hesitate, but began to hammer into me, setting a rough pace that built my desire even higher. Every movement, every thrust made me hotter. The grip of his hands on my hips. Lance's cum on my breasts, marking me. Lance's intense eyes watching us both, and my new husband's eyes on me, the need and desire clear in them.
It was too much, I'd been teased and slapped and used and fucked like a whore and I couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure within me overcame its dam, washing through me like a wave, and I screamed as I came. Adam kept fucking me with hard fast strokes, pushing me back against the bed, and I couldn't help it – I came again, gripping the bedsheets and moaning like the debauched whore I knew I was.
Then Adam tensed, his hands on my thighs tightening, and he came inside me. His cum filled me, his body releasing its pleasure, and I lay there gasping.
My breasts were sore and red and cum-stained, my dress was ruined. My throat was sore from being fucked, and I knew my pussy would be sore too. I had the cum of two men on and in me. I felt just like what they'd called me – a cock-hungry slut. And it was amazing.
Lance settled on the bed by my head as Adam rolled off me. I glanced up at him, then returned my gaze to my husband, suddenly nervous. Had he hated it?
But he was smiling, lazy and sated. He ran a hand up my thigh and between my legs, sliding a finger inside of me where I was slick with his cum.
“That was fucking hot,” he said, and I relaxed. A smile began to curve my lips.
“Glad to help,” Lance said, and chuckled. “Want me to come by again tomorrow?”
Adam and I exchanged a look, and that was all we needed. We spoke in unison.
“Yes.”
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