May blows him

His cock was in his hand. The first new cock she had seen in almost a decade. Since things had gotten bad with Roger, she had avoided even pornography. At the time she had thought it was because she would feel unfaithful. She knew now that it was because it would only remind her of what she was missing. Passion, lust, getting fucked. She needed it. She slipped out of his grasp and onto her knees, taking it into her mouth with one easy motion. She let her hands rest against his chest, palms flat against his skin. He groaned with pleasure. It was a sound she hadn’t heard in far too long. She had always loved to please. The warmth of his dick in her mouth was welcome. The feeling of his hands in her hair as he took control of her motion was even better.

She wondered whether she had even told this man her name. It was a strange thought with a mouthful of cock, but somehow it made it all the better. She hoped she hadn’t. Let her be a stranger to this amazing, gorgeous man, this one who would actually fuck her properly. May shut her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him having his fill of her.

“You’re so pretty,” he grunted.

“Mhm,” she hummed, briefly looking up at him.

“Fuck yourself while I fuck your mouth.”

“Mhm!”

Roger never gave orders like that. He didn’t care what happened in their marital bed at all. It hadn’t always been that way. Once he had been fun. They had shared interests, dabbled in kink. Now it was like his work had made sex nothing more than another 'have-to' for him. Cumming inside her was like using the toilet. She hated it, and it made her eager to obey. One blind hand grasped for the belt around her own trousers and she pulled it free, giving her just enough leeway to slide her hand inside and between her legs. She felt her whole body sag as she touched herself through her underwear. Too often she had let this need go unsated.

Elliott seemed all the more passionate at seeing her please herself. He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, until she gagged. An airy, lightheaded feeling spread through her head, and she felt like singing. He pumped into her mouth, unconcerned entirely with decorum. She was his. She wanted to be his.