Everything’s perfect since my husband unearthed that Maya pendant on one of his wild real estate hunts. Money floods in. New house gleams. Two shiny cars. My wardrobe refreshes every two months. Jewelry overflows. I work half-time, mouthing off to bosses with zero fear. They beg now: ‘Claire, would you…?’ Love life? Explosive. He’s forty, fit, cock tireless. Money’s the ultimate aphrodisiac. All from that primitive talisman sporting a massive erection.
That first night, with 20,000 euros from the tiercé, I unleashed hellish ecstasy staring at its monstrous phallus. Felt like fucking a stallion, not my loving hubby. Nirvana almost daily now.
The Fever: Irresistible Surge of Desire
Today, I bronze topless by our crescent pool. High walls and trees shield us. Perfect heat, woods whispering. Breasts pale—time for tan lines to vanish, heads to turn in low décolletés. Hubby loves them. He’s inside, rummaging. Useless without me.
I stretch, cat-like. Ditch sunglasses. Stride to open glass doors. Light shifts. Blink. Luxe salon emerges—dream come true, once unaffordable. Eyes adjust. Where’s he? DVDs scattered by orange leather armchair. Classic him.
Kneel on thick wool rug. Soft against knees. Crawl to stack them. Then—hot, hard pressure on my ass. Jolt. Try to shift. Futile. He’s naked, sprawled over me. Powerful hands grip hips. Roll eyes, amused.
‘Proving what?’
‘Drawing or words?’
‘Demo. I love practicals.’
‘Your service… or sevices!’
‘Witty.’
No time wasted. His meat rod slaps my ass crack. String bikini barely there. Crawling offered prime view—round cheeks spread, inviting sin. He grinds. Male versus female. Twenty years in, still curious.
Grips one hanging breast. Weighs it tender. Fingers sink into flesh. Other hand anchors hip. Glans burns between cheeks. Balls slap thighs. Quickens. Lips hunt neck. Primal. I yield to beast mode. Proud of my effect.
Drops tit. Yanks string to knees. Defenseless. Tongue slides into pussy lips. Spreads legs. Sucks voraciously. String annoys, but drowned in bliss. Titillates nipples to steel peaks.
Devours drenched slit. Hand claws thigh soft. Then knee. String vanishes. Relax…
The Blaze: Savage, Unfiltered Possession
Tongue rims dark hole—a kink. Fingers tease clit merciless—brushes, denies. Shiver. Lap circles anus. Odd thrill. Love natural entry, but sometimes… devastating.
Owned deep in forbidden spot. Taboo rush. Pain-pleasure tear. Submit fully. Arch chest to rug. Offer ass high. He gets it. Caresses cheeks. Crack parts. Alternates tongue pussy-ass. Fingers graze bush, clit throbs.
Presses back down. Ass up. Knows intent. Strokes skin electric. Mouth ravages. Grabs my hands to pussy: command. Obey. Nails scratch lips, flick pearl.
Hesitates. Spread wider. Face in wool. Go-time. Tongue spears anus. Hands spread cheeks wide. Masturbate frantic. Crave his stake. Natural lube skipped today. Fear spikes. Saliva glistens, but…
Fingers part rim. Glans nests. Jerks—stroking himself? Warm pre-cum drips. Frustrated wiggle. He kneads entry.
Positions. Pushes steady. Eyes shut. Breath holds. Forces in. Splits me. Pain bites.
Mouth gapes. Piecing deeper. Merciless. Regret surges. Too late—buried halfway. Grows thicker. No resistance. Muscles slack. Filled utterly. Body yields.
Burns. Torments. Yet hooked. Hits depths. Daze hits. Owned. Slave to impaling cock. Proud offering.
Withdraws. Rams. Lightning pain. Gasp. Suffocate. Multi-pronged agony. Infinite submission. Pistons relentless. Exploited for his arrogance.
Why yield? Deeper rips. Bitch to conqueror. Yet… dam breaks. Pleasure tsunami. Pain morphs bliss. Confused signals. Heart hammers. Skin scorches. Waves crash. Pure.
Last spasm. He stays rooted. Beast-fucked. Sink serene.
Eyes open. Sated. Pendant mocks below. Idol grins sly. Cock huge, chin-near. Absurd thought ignites hunger. Not done. He must match it—hours more.