The Chronicles of the hot wife Lisa. Part 3 of 5

“I am just completely amazed every time I see it”, said Lisa, “No matter how many times I see it I cannot believe my eyes that it is really that small”, she added. Don’s face was turning redder. “You know what, honey, I am being completely honest with you, if I did not love you, I would be away from your house years ago for that small penis of yours” she said as she reached her hand to his cock. Don felt that his heart skipped a beat. She has not touched it for years.

The Chronicles of the hot wife Lisa. Part 2 of 5

As Lisa entered the bedroom, she commanded Don to bring him the Victoria’s Secret bag she kept in the closet. His heart stopped for a while as he was taking out her garter belt and stockings, sexy black bra and crotch-less black panties out of the bag. It
was no doubt she was going to be the sexiest woman at a party the moment she walks in. He carefully put all of her gear on their bed, gently removing the tags out of each one of them.
The moment he was done, a new task was waiting for him. He now was rubbing Moroccan Argan Oil all over her beautiful body trying to make her body silky and tempting. He then sprayed her body with Calvin Klein’s Euphoria to attract the men who would get their attention drawn by the scent of the woman. After just a while, he was helping her to dress up, putting on her crotch-less panties slipping over her perfect size 7 feet with red paint on her nails. He then armored her heavy tits with her bra, hooked them from the back and then made sure that her breasts were perfectly fitting inside the bra. He knew for sure that the bra is not going to be on for long when she arrives to the party. He then had her garter worn on her legs, pulling them around her waist, locating them just above her sexy panties. Finally, he put on her stockings, carefully, one by one pulling them up her beautiful feet and clasped them to the garter straps. He could see her moistened cunt out of her crotchless panties, it was no doubt that his wife could not wait for the party to start from the look at her pussy. This made him feel that his cock was swelling inside his pants. Lisa noticed it and smiled. “Oh, my goodness. Don? Is there is something you are hiding away from me in your pants? Don just strayed there in silence when he heard Lisa ordering: “Show it to me” in a gentle, but a demanding tone. Don took down his pants and let his cock drop down with his head down full of shame. His cock was fully erected, but with his 3.5 inches, it was hardly even seen.

My girl’s pussy leaks with a sweet aroma

My girl’s pussy leaks with a sweet aroma, one that captivates every nose that glances a whiff. Like a powerful perfume which is kept safe only for the very best clients a boutique satisfies. She is such a strong girl, having lived a life full of trials and tribulations and denied sexual gratification from the male she married oh so long ago, she now lives a life that promises more pleasure than having her honeymoon relived. I’ve given her reason to dress sexy, I’ve made her aware of that which she kept held back so long and why it needs plucked.
   With each lick of My belt her bitch of a male whimpers louder. Forty days is a time span the bible makes note of. 40 is a number which divided by eight leaves five. Five times must My girl say “it needs more pain.”, and if she utters not those words then I will see no reason to deliver. The lowly cuckold, dressed as a nun, in a head piece which would make any teen aged devotee look holy, a corset bound tight to a body which has no natural curves, and a 3 inch wooden crucifix dangling from her neck. A neck whim jerks from side to side with each kiss My belt allows this sissy bitch to savor.  will recite vows made before, in a tone that would stiffen the monks of old. Forty days is a time span the bible makes note of in trials and tribulations one must suffer to achieve bliss. 40 is a number which divided by eight leaves five, kisses made sweeter with her flowing perfume sent from a body which quivers with each kiss I send to the worthless piece of trash puddling on the prayer bench, wet with sweat and glowing in the knowing its confession found the right ear. Five times must My girl say “it needs more pain.”, and if she utters not those words then I will see no reason to deliver, and her pussy lips will have to reason to lick each other in a dance under her short skirt which hides her flower from the daylight but never from Me.
   My arm reaches back to deliver number twenty and her breath hold still the air around her until I make it kiss the ass which is held high, adorned by lace panties and caressed by a garter belt made for a budding bride. Hose holds the ugly legs at bay and makes them look a little pretty as it can never look good enough to seduce so it has to look at least a littler pretty… such useless property is the bitch who grovels, who begs for me to fuck his blessed bride with endurance and skill, a dog who can’t even use the tongue born with to make her flood. 5 inch black leathered heels make the size 14 shoes glint in the light of the room with walls made to keep the screams in and away from prying ears the neighborhood has. I move, I light the ass held high in utter confession and her hips grind down in the seat, her lips lick each other in a display of wanton release, her thighs quiver, her eyes small. Number 21 makes the ice of meat whimper louder, My girl can take very little more, I am now in full motion as its her time to suffer. I use her limped dick of a white slave to show her who is in control. I heard her lusty wants to see the cuckold sissy cum loving cock-sucker feel pain so she can drip but this is now her time tip be used hard, to feel what its like to have a Man own her very soul. My girl wants to see no more as number 23 hits hard, she’s drenched and needs to be fucked. Number 24 makes her head stiffen, her nipples are so rigid they show huge needs under tight tents.
   My girl will cum hard without Me even touching her nor her fingers making the flood illuminated for Me to see. The belt licks her pussy as it makes the skanky white animal groan on the prayer bench. My girl will know what pain can do to flesh as her womb now dances in a glorious symphony of carnal perversions. A tested mind now gets more than she bargained for as I watch her reaction to the hurt I give the cum hungry bitch she once thought was her man. I break the ass, welts design the form of cuckold at bay, pale skin with red lines which brighten as I add another. The more I hurt the husband who now begs for seed, the wetter she gets until not even her strong mind can break through Mine and she begins to soak the seat. 35, 36, 37, her legs shake. 38, 39, she gasps trying to breath. Forty days is a time span the bible makes note of. 40 is a number which divided by eight leaves five. Five times must My girl say “it needs more pain.”, and if she utters not those words then I will see no reason to deliver.
   Forty hits break the bitch and she chums hard. Unable to speak, uttering grunts and groans and whimpers and gasps, she writhes in the seat without even using her fingers and she chums like never before, she chums for her own lewd thoughts made real by the Man she will take deep in her pussy and keep satisfied until I can fuck no more. I know this girl will take My Dick in any hole I want and will do so with the skill a harlot learns over deeds to make cum her feast.
   Forty days is a time span the bible makes note of. 40 is a number which divided by eight leaves five. Five times must My girl say “it needs more pain.”, and now its her turn. Forty strokes it takes to make a pussy feel alive, forty slaps of full balls against her lit will make her feel wanted, forty deep plunging dives into her love will make her feel sexy, and the rest will make her loose her mind.
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