I'm going to raw-dog Sasha in doggy.

Sasha trades places with you. You feel a little shaky, but once you see her spreading her ass cheeks for you to penetrate and treat yourself to her bum, you feel your second wind hit your system.

“You ever let McKinley do this?”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “I let McKinley do whatever he wants to me. I don’t need to offer anything… But, unfortunately, he doesn’t want to do much.” She spreads her ass further.

You lick the pad of your thumb and start playing with her tight little asshole, jerking yourself off as you continue to talk to her. “Do you let other guys do this?”

She scoffs. “Most of them are unexpeperad-!?” You stick your thumb, first knuckle deep, into her butt, plugging the hole before you slowly run your thumb in and out of her.

“Un-unexperienced in bed. There were-were-were a very acc-EEE-petions-?! But no one like you while McKinley is gone.” Sasha has a hard time maintaining her composer as your cock pulls in and out of her. You spit and rub it in.

“You’re a total whore then.” You spit again, plugging her ass with your entire thumb.

She jolts and closes around you. “Mc-McKinley doesn’t know it, but after we had sex for the time after we married, I realized I was totally addicted to it. And when he’s gone, I feel e-ee-emp-empty??”

“So this is your master solution?” You take your thumb out and wipe it across her ass to dry it off. “After tried playing with yourself?”

“Of course I did,” she sounds annoyed. “But there’s nothing better than getting railed. I’m a naughty girl with a nasty appetite for sex and crude loving. McKinley doesn’t take any of the advantages he has over me. I want him to strap me down and fuck me raw, but he hasn’t done it yet. Bless his heart, he’s the best man I could ever ask for, but sometimes I think he’s too clean-cut for what he unintentionally made me.”

Sasha pushes backward, assisting you in sticking the tip of your cockhead into her unused tunnel for the first time. You hold onto her while you angle your stiff dick into her. It doesn’t take long for you to aline yourself perfectly and slide into her.

You could tell she didn’t allow any men in here. She was by no means loose; she was pretty tight. You wonder how many times her husband’s been in here this hole. You rub her down and then work yourself in.

It took some time before she settled down and got used to your length. Finally, Finally, Sasha exhaled and moved her body, silently telling you that you could go. You flexed inside and then pulled her back, making her go backward on your rod instead of you moving forward. Within a few minutes, your hips are touching, and you are balls deep inside one of the tightest assholes ever.

Sasha let her head fall. She moans in profoundly and then lets out a small gasp. The feeling of your cock stretching inside of her must feel better to her than you thought. She shivers and wiggles. She looks back at you, and you see that her brown eyes are burning and her cheeks have gone pink. If you ever got a wife like this…

The rough motions of your cock thrashing her butt hole is kind of hard to take at first, but if Sasha likes it, then what’s the point of stopping? You place your hand on top of her back and **** her down, so only her ass is in the air. From there, you continue to pound her into the sheets.

The speed at which you crash into her sends her forward. Then, for better control, you take one of her arms and bend backward. Violent crashes cause a lewd slapping noise to emit from between your sex-tangled bodies. Your mind is so fixed on what’s happening you can hear everything coming from and because of Sasha. So you figure she must be near her limit because she’s giving you more ground to use her body.

Sweat marbles down your brow and back. You’re reaching your limit too. You pull out and mash yourself so far back in that every inch of your fuck-stick being stimulated all at once. You bend Sasha’s arm tighter as you smash her petite body.

Then, you send yourself balls deep and then hold yourself inside - just moments before releasing your white, gooey payload. You heave and pant and swipes back your hair. In the meantime, you twitch inside her and stare at Sasha’s back and let go of her arm. Her breathing is labored, but she still has the strength to move on her own. Now that you’ve stopped, she moves back and forth to continue the ride until you accidentally slip out.

Your step off the bed and slowly masturbate. The sight of the hole you just raw-dogged was indeed something to behold, especially as it drains with your mangurt. Sasha rolls to her side, where to tries to catch her breath.

Sasha covers her face with the arm you used as a handle and exhales. “You…you better not…die when you’re sent off. I don’t think I’d let any other man inside of me now.”

“You know, your husband could die. Why don’t you show him some love?” You reach for her undergarments and clothes to put them on the bed. She laughs in the meantime.

“Trust me, I’ve…” she licks her lips to moisten them. “I’ve been fucking him every day we’ve been back together. You’re the only other person I’ve been visiting.”

You don’t know how to reply to that, but you suppose you’re happy. You get dressed and step back into the corridor. Like all the other times, it’s empty…