Quietly

Verity sneaks through the open back door as not to wake her husband and kids. She stumbles up the stairs and into the guest bathroom. When she sees herself in the mirror, what she’s become, Verity bursts into tears.

She was a wreck, a used up whore. How could her family still love her if they knew. Her black eye shadow is running down her face and her ruby red lipstick is smudged across her cheek. On top of all that is layers of piss and cum covering her face and hair. She continues to sob as she removes her clothes and enter the shower.

Verity sits on the shower floor, exhausted and in pain, her ass gaping like it still had a 9 inch cock in it, thinking to herself, “I’ve gone too far this time” knowing as soon as her husband falls asleep tomorrow she will be sucking the enormous man’s cock and getting rammed by strangers cocks, each shooting a potential baby or std or both deep into her pussy. “What am I doing” she whispered.

A knock at the door startles Verity back to reality as she hears her husband ask if she’s alright, quietly as to not wake their children.

“I’m fine hun” Verity says, as she jumps out of the shower and hides her cum covered clothes in case he comes in. “I’ll be in bed soon”. As her loving husband leaves Verity throws on a t-shirt and heads to the bedroom. Her husband is still awake waiting for her, “If you’re still up, do you feel like fooling around a little?” he asks. Verity is barely conscious at this stage and her pussy is in agony, but she is still, as always, horny.