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Chapter 14 by OppositeOfMiddle OppositeOfMiddle

Do I and fuck my wife?

I dominate my wife’s thick body

I look to my wife. She’s ready to be submissive. She wants me to tell her what to do. She just slurped my cock like a good slut wife.

I say, “Lay down on your belly.”

She obeys and lays facedown on a pillow. I place a hand on her the back of her upper thigh. I shake it causing her entire thick pale ass to jiggle. I say to Phoebe, “Isn’t that the sexiest ass you’ve ever seen?”

She teases, “Are you sure you can handle an ass like that?”

I straddle my wife’s outstretched legs. I say, “Don’t insult me.” I slap my throbbing cock down on each ass cheek. I love seeing the contrast between her white cheeks and my dark cock. Monica arches her back and raises her ass, presenting me with her plump pussy.

I part her lips with my cock head. She moans against the pillow and I push in. I smack and grip her ass. I fuck her thick prone body while Phoebe watches. I control my wife’s big body from this position. My thick cock stretches her tight pussy. My hands spread and squeeze her obscene ass cheeks.

I say to Phoebe, “My wife turns into a whimpering bitch with my cock in her. She can barely handle it.”

Phoebe says, “I can see that, but I told you to fuck her the way you fucked me. I want you to totally control her.”

I lean forward until my chest presses into my wife’s soft back. I reach up and grip her delicate neck and squeeze. I let go and she moans, “Yes. **** and fuck the shit out of me.”

I thrust my hips and pound my wife’s pussy, my hips pushing into her soft ass with every thrust. I **** her. I pant with effort. Her body stutters in orgasm. Her pussy is so fucking slick. I’m ready to come. My wife isn’t on birth control. I shouldn’t even be fucking her without a control right now.

I pull out and glaze her big ass with my cum. I stroke myself and spurt onto her. I groan unleashing myself. It’s been too long since my wife has made me come.

My cum drips down the big curves of my wife’s ass cheeks. I sit back, panting. Phoebe admires my artwork. She looks at me, “Do you mind if I have a taste?”

How do I answer?

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