<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> Simon<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main House<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Victoria<br/>
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Simon had never felt a pussy squeeze around him like she was making hers. It was a unique feeling, like her pussy was trying to keep him inside of her as he thrust back and forth. Her words made him break his rythym, but only just. "Spoken like a true whore. But your pussy doesn't deserve my load. Not yet. But that pretty face of yours? Yeah, I think I'm going to cum all over that first." Facials were few and far between with his wife. She found it degrading, not that she sucked his cock all that much and he mostly just came in the condom he was wearing when he fucked her. He had jizzed on her tits and ass a few times.<br/>
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His hips started pounding into her harder and faster, a look of rage starting to cross over his face. He slid a hand up to her breasts, groping them hard, squeezing more firmly then before, even tugging and twisting on her nipples. Then his other hand came up and grabbed her throat. He started to squeeze, each thrust making his hand pulse tighter around her throat. But he was careful - not squeezing hard enough to choke her out.<br/>
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"Is this what you want, you fucking whore? Is this how you want another man to fuck you?" He hisses. "Open your mouth...open your mouth like a whore." He commands, working his mouth and tongue around as he collected a big wad of spit. He rammed himself back and forth the whole time, the bed shaking and creaking with each thrust. </span>