Page 71 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

She tilts her head back and lets out a heavy pant as I work one hand down her stomach and under her dress.

“Both,” she moans as my fingers find the wet lace of her panties.

“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” I circle her clit over the fabric, earning a moan to slip from her delectable lips.

“Yes. Please, Owen.” She pushes back into me, and that’s all the confirmation I need.

“My wife needs fucked in a restroom like a needy whore, doesn’t she?”

She nods, and I step back, going down to my knees behind her. I slip her dress up and hook my fingers into her panties. “I’m going to fill this pussy with my cum and then you’re going to walk outside with me dripping out of you like a good little slut for me.”

I bring her panties to my nose and sniff hungrily at her musky scent, then my cock jumps in appreciation and drips with fervor.

“Please,” she moans, and I use one palm to push down on the center of her back, giving me the perfect angle to see her dripping hole.

“Mmm, fuck, baby girl.” I bury my face in her cunt, swiping my tongue over the delicious juice slipping from her. “Fuck, you taste good.” I lap at her, and my eyes roll. “You taste different, baby girl.” Hell, the taste of her will be forever embedded in my mind as if even my tastebuds are scarred from her pleasure.

“Diff … different?”

“Mm.” I swipe my tongue over her again, and she thrusts back, then I slide a finger into her tight little hole and pump. “Yes, different, baby girl. I wonder if I put a baby in here.” I add another finger, brimming with excitement at the thought of her pregnant with my child. Curling my fingers, I pump them in and out of her slick channel.

“Oh god,” she gushes.

“That’s it, ride my face, my beautiful little slut.”

Her cunt tightens around my fingers, and my cock leaks with need. A deluge of wetness hits me, flooding my face. “Oh, oh shit.” My tongue works overtime as I attempt to drink her cum.

Before she comes down from her orgasm, I jump to my feet, pull down my zipper, and jerk out my dripping cock. I line myself up, push down on her back, and slam inside her. “Fuck yes.” Her pussy is still contracting, tight and warm and perfect for my steel length as I drive myself balls deep into my wife.

With one hand on her hip, I wrap her hair around the fist of my other, using it as a rein as I widen my stance and deliver her with a rapid surge of my thickness. “That’s it. Take every fucking inch.”

“Ahh,” she moans, her mouth falls open against the sink counter as I fuck her ruthlessly.

My balls slap against her, my cock pummeling her cunt as I blast in and out of her like the hungry bastard I am, chasing my orgasm with vengeance.

Slowly, I slide the hand on her hip over her ass cheeks, then I stare down at my thumb and push it into her small, puckered hole. She tightens around me. “Owwwwen!”

Moving my hips quicker, I surge my thumb in and out in time with my cock; the euphoria hits me, but my pace doesn’t stutter, not until the adrenaline rushing through my veins forces my slit to open, creating an intense orgasmic high I crave from my woman.

Only my woman.

My cum surges deep inside her, and I continue to pump my hips, determined to coat her womb with my seed. “That’s a good girl. Such a good girl letting me use you.”

As my orgasm recedes, I watch transfixed as I pull out of her ass and cunt. Divine pleasure escapes her, and I use my palms to spread it over her pussy like lotion.

“Owen, I think I peed a little.”

I yank her up so she’s flush against my chest. “You didn’t pee, baby. You squirted on me.” Her eyes widen, and the red on her cheeks deepens.

“I did?”

“Yeah, you did. Now lick it from my face.” I tug on her ponytail in warning, and what do you know, my perfect little wife trails her tongue out over my jawline, and I groan in ecstasy at her compliance. “Fuck, you’re such a good wife, Laya.”

A smile lights up her face. “Thank you. I taste good on you.”

My lip quirks. “You do, baby girl. So fucking good.”

Realizing our absence won’t go unnoticed, I reluctantly step back. “Come on, we best go. But later, I want to taste my cum from your mouth.”

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