Holly is addicted

Holly was still shuddering with aftershocks when Frank rolled her off him. She looked at him with glazed doe eyes, fucked utterly brainless, and he grinned, squeezing one of her puffy nipples.

He lay beside her for a moment, recovering his breath and realising that he hadn't **** the young wife again. Whatever residual effects there were still worked well enough to keep her horny and dependent. That was good information to know, he thought as he gave her another groping fondle before getting up and getting dressed.

"Where...aren't...aren't you going to fuck...me again...?" she whimpered softly, biting her lip.

"You've had yours for today," he replied with a growling smile. "I'm gonna see if the other cheating slut is ready for action. She sounded as **** as you."

"Oh...you're so...so cruel...and I love it...What's wrong with me? I should...should be ashamed...but I love it...and the meaner you are the more I love it...."

"You're quite the tramp," he laughed. "I'm surprised you're not peddling that ass on the street to get all the action you need."

"Ohhh...then I really would be a whore...a really dirty whore...God! Why am I so excited about it...Won't you fuck me again Frank? You could fuck my slutty little ass again! It's nice and tight for you...you could finish breaking me in..."