Because she was unhappy in her marriage.

Looking back, Daisy had never been happy with William, only contented. She missed big dicks, but she felt safe with Willy and allowed that safety to keep her rooted. After he cheated, she was too heartbroken to go out and enjoy herself like she wanted to. Willy had been a port in the storm for her, and now her entire world was a tempest. They moved to escape it, and only now did she find someone worthy of her infidelity.

She smiled. Dylan was much younger than her, and she imagined that he had no interest in settling down with her. She hoped he didn’t anyway. William was her husband, mistakes and all. Staring at Dylan’s dick, though, she saw no reason why she couldn’t entertain him and why she couldn’t enjoy him. This might be a form of petty revenge, but petty suited her just fine.

Parking, Daisy keyed the SUV off and then stared fixedly at her passenger’s swollen, leaking cock. “So, what do you want? Did you call me out just to show me how big you get when you’re hard? Cause I’ve already seen that. Or did you want to fuck my throat again?”

Stroking himself with one hand, Dylan grinned and took one of her hands in his. “Come on, Daisy. No need to be a bitch about this.” Guiding her hand to him, he wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft and made her stroke him. When he removed his hands, Daisy continued stroking, eyes fixed on his meat, breasts swaying as she did. He could see down her blouse as she touched him, and it made him even harder. “We both know why you’re here, and we both know that you want to be here. So, there’s no rush. Let’s just sit back and enjoy ourselves while we can.”

Daisy stroked him quietly, awed into silence by his size. A short woman, petite save for her curves, Daisy’s tiny hand couldn’t even meet around him, he is so thick. The veins of his cock made his manhood appear to her like an over-developed muscle, and his rigidity was like steel. The heat of him seemed to fill the SUV and made her swelter. She wanted nothing more than to strip naked and to please him, but she contained herself.

Dylan watched her, and she caught him watching and smiled. He smiled back. “You’re a size queen, aren’t you, Daisy?”

Daisy blinked and squeezed him. To that point, she had been focused on his dick. Of course, she was aware that a body was attached to the dick, but the dick seemed to be the body itself, and the body was ultimately tertiary. Hearing him speak, she suddenly remembered him to be a living, breathing human being and not a sentient dick with a body there to carry it around. She stared him in the eyes then, a little disappointed, but at no point did she stop. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You are a size queen,” he said. “Summer was a size queen, too, but Caleb scared her too much for her to live like one. If he had left us alone, then she would have been sucking my balls and begging me for my babies within a week—a month, tops.” He chuckled to himself as he throbbed in her hand. “Shit is genetic, I swear. So, she either got it from you, or your old man, and judging from the way you’re drooling over my dick, I’d guess it was you.”

--

Support my stories on Patreon!(https://www.patreon.com/KotoC).

Thanks for reading and happy fapping!

-KotoC.