Linger – Risky Business #11

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I had no idea she had a breeding fetish. How could I? She didn’t speak any English. But I’m certain she knew exactly what we were doing—and how risky it was.

Over the course of thirty-six hours, she came to my hotel three times and even dared to spend the night. Knowing she wasn’t on the pill, I filled her married pussy again and again, pumping every drop I had inside her.

This was our final round before her husband took her home.

We’d just gotten back to my room when she sat on the sofa, spread her legs, and started playing with herself.

When I joined her, she peeled my clothes off, dropped to her knees, and took my cock into her mouth, sucking me until I was rock hard. Then we moved to the bedroom.

I laid her on her back, spread her thighs wide, and buried my face between them, devouring her swollen little pussy.

I ate her until she came hard, shaking and moaning. Before she could catch her breath, I climbed between her legs, pressed my cock into her soaked pussy.

I instantly pushed in deep—filling her completely.

I fucked her with long, deliberate strokes, driving myself as far inside her as I could, knowing that if even a single drop found its mark, we’d both be pleased.