Almost done

I flip Mrs. Morgan onto her stomach, pressing her face into the hotel pillows as I slide my cock back into her cum-filled pussy. She moans into the sheets as I sink deep, my hips flush against her ass.

"Tell me how it feels fucking strangers," I demand, gripping her hips as I start thrusting. "Tell me how long you've been a cheating whore."

Mrs. Morgan gasps, her pussy clenching around my cock as I pound into her. "Oh god... it feels so wrong," she pants, her voice muffled by the pillows. "But it feels so good. I love it. I love being a dirty cheating slut."

I slam into her harder. "How long?"

"Years," she confesses, her wedding ring digging into the sheets as she grips them. "Since Sarah was in high school. Her father works so much... I started with his business partners. Then the neighbors. Then anyone who wanted me."

I reach down and grab her hair, pulling her head back. "Keep talking."

"I fucked the mailman in our garage," she moans, pushing back against my cock. "I let the pool boy fuck my ass while my husband was at work. I sucked off three guys at the country club last month."

Her pussy is dripping around my shaft, her juices mixed with my cum running down her thighs. "I can't stop," she whimpers. "I need it. I need strange cock. I need to feel like a whore."

I pound her harder, the bed slamming against the wall. "What about tonight?"

"I saw you looking at me at dinner," she gasps. "I knew you'd fuck me. I wanted you to. I wanted my daughter's boyfriend to use me like the slut I am."

I feel my balls tightening as she keeps confessing, her pussy gripping me like a vice. "More," I demand.

"I let the hotel desk clerk fuck me everywhere in this room," she admits, her voice breaking with shame and arousal.

Her words push me over the edge. I bury myself deep and unload inside her again, filling her cheating cunt with another load of cum as she moans beneath me.