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Depraved WifeShe was a loving and caring mother, in every sense of the word. A real selfless women, who would anything for the happiness of her family; a family she had dreamt of all her life, coming from a broken household full of abuse. Her husband was completely smitten with her, a dutiful husband who spoilt her rotten with lavish gifts. He afforded all this toiling away in his family accountancy firm; the work had robbed him of his time, and taken something away from himself – he no longer knew that their was something missing from his essence, he was becoming an empty husk of person.At night she had become accustomed to the routine- he would get back back home late at night. Edge himself into bed very timidly and delicately, give her a kiss on her cheek and fall asleep. canlı kaçak bahis Thinking that his wife had been asleep. In reality she would be wide awake, having been masturbating to pornography that the likes of which would make him feel very inadequate. She would fantasise about multiple men taking advantage of her; she was sexually insatiable. The idea of a strong man with a large tool drove her crazy, she often thought about the men she worked with. Playing with herself whilst watching porn, but super imposing the men at work, she wondered who had the largest manhood. She fantasied about fucking her boss, as she forced her husband to watch. She already new he was ‘packing’, he couldn’t hide his bulge. She would purposely walk into his office, with tipobet güvenilir mi her legs ever so slightly apart with slight curve in her spine, pushing her shapely chest out, accentuating all her genetic talent. She never wore a bra, her breast were perfectly perky and her nipples were always hard. This particular day it was cold in the office and she could feel her nipples rubbing against her silky top. She was becoming very moist as she focused in on his bulge, as she pretended to look at the memo held at waist level; she wanted to make sure the boss could see her nipples were extra hard today. He causally shifted himself onto the desk; bulge on full display, she couldn’t help but smirk, and he knew exactly why she was smirking. The office perabet giriş door burst open, and the tension in the room leaked out. She gripped her water bottle in her left hand with frustration and left, as the office started filling up with board members. She gave a knowing look to the boss and left towards her desk. She could feel a familiar warmth between a her legs, an itch needed to be scratched. Riding her husband whilst she thought about her boss was an idea that had already taken root, even though she had a full day left at work.At her desk a feeling of shame began to fill her, she questioned why she was becoming so obsessed with getting fucked. Her husband was decade older; a good looking man but she was never truly satisfied. He thought he had married a virgin, but in matter of fact she had every orifice of hers violated multiple times. She was an addict and she knew it, she tried to run away from her true self and she had done, so sucessfully but after five years of marriage, her true self had finally caught up…………

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