The Heart System

Chapter 722: Chapter 722

I got close to her cunt and took a deep breath. It smelled faintly like shampoo, clean and fresh, with that underlying feminine musk that made my mouth water.

I leaned in and licked her cunt slowly, dragging my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit. Carrie moaned softly, her thick thighs trembling around my head.

"You want a real cock to stretch you out, don’t you?" I murmured against her wet folds. "Your husband’s old dick can’t satisfy this greedy married pussy anymore. That’s why you keep coming back to me."

I licked her again, slower this time, savoring her taste.

"You’re so wet already... dripping for another man’s tongue while your husband is probably sitting at home. Such a bad wife."

Carrie moaned louder, her hands gripping the sheets. "Evan... it’s... w-wrong... I’m..."

"But it’s true," I continued, my tongue circling her clit before sucking it gently into my mouth. "You need a younger, harder cock to ruin this loose MILF pussy. Your husband can’t make you cum like I can. He can’t make you shake like this."

I pushed my tongue inside her, tongue-fucking her with slow, deep strokes. Carrie’s thick body started shaking. She grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled her legs back, folding herself so her knees were nearly touching her big, soft tits. The position opened her completely to me.

The sight made my cock throb hard in my pants, her pink, wet pussy spread open, juices dripping down toward her asshole.

I kept licking, sucking on her clit and fucking her with my tongue. "Look at you... holding your legs back like a whore so I can eat this married cunt better. You love being exposed for me, don’t you?"

"Yes..." she whimpered, her voice breaking. "It feels so good... your tongue is so much better than his..."

I licked faster, sucking noisily on her clit while my fingers spread her pussy lips wider. "That’s right. This pussy belongs to me now. Every time you go home to your husband, you’ll still be thinking about my cock stretching you out. You’re my little secret slut."

Carrie was practically begging now, her hips rolling against my face. "Please... Evan... I need it... I need your cock... fuck me... please fuck me..."

I stood up and removed my pants, letting my hard cock spring free. It throbbed in the air, precum dripping from the tip in thick beads.

"Look at what you do to me," I said, stroking myself slowly. "This married pussy makes me so fucking hard. You ready to take it?"

Carrie’s eyes were locked on my cock, full of desperate need. "Yes... please... I need you inside me..."

"Beg more," I said, my voice low and commanding as I rubbed the head of my cock against her dripping pussy lips.

Carrie pulled her legs even further back, her knees now pressing against her big, soft tits. The position left her completely exposed, her wet, pink cunt pointing straight up at the ceiling, glistening and ready for me.

"Please, fuck me with your dick, Evan," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Please... I fucking need it... I need your cock so bad..."

I kept rubbing my thick cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her entrance. "Did you miss me?"

She nodded frantically, her eyes glassy with desperation. "Yes... I missed you... I missed your cock so much..."

"Good whore," I said, pushing just the tip inside her before pulling back out again. "Tell me how much you need it. Tell me how your husband can’t satisfy this greedy married pussy."

"I need it... I need your big cock stretching me," she begged, her voice breaking. "My husband’s dick is nothing compared to yours... he can’t make me feel like this... please, Evan... fuck me... ruin me..."

I got on the bed, pushing her legs even further back until her knees were on either side of her head. Her pussy was now completely tilted upward, wide open and dripping, looking straight at the ceiling like an offering.

I bent my knees slightly and pushed my cock into her wet cunt in one slow, deep thrust. She let out a long, throaty moan as I bottomed out inside her.

"Fuck... you’re so wet," I groaned, starting to fuck her with long, steady strokes. "This married pussy is sucking me in so greedily. Your husband has no idea his wife is here getting fucked like a slut, does he?"

"No... he doesn’t..." Carrie moaned, her body jiggling with every thrust. "He has no idea... I’m such a bad wife... but your cock feels so much better..."

I picked up the pace, fucking her harder. The wet, obscene sounds of my cock slamming into her soaked cunt filled the small motel room. Each thrust made her thick body jiggle, her heavy tits bouncing wildly as I drove into her.

"That’s right," I said, my voice low and possessive. "You’re my little secret slut now. Every time you go home to your husband, you’ll still be full of my cum leaking out of this married pussy. You like that, don’t you? Knowing he’s sleeping next to a woman who just got fucked by someone else."

"Yes... I love it..." Carrie whimpered, her voice trembling as her tits bounced heavily with every powerful thrust. "I love being your slut... please don’t stop... fuck me harder... I need it so bad..."

I leaned over her folded body, pounding into her even deeper. The angle let me hit every sensitive spot inside her. "Look at you... legs pulled back like a whore so I can fuck you as deep as I want. This pussy was made for me. Not for your husband. For me. He could never make you feel like this, could he?"

Carrie’s moans grew louder and more desperate. Her walls started fluttering around my cock, but she wasn’t there yet. I slowed my thrusts just a little, teasing her, dragging out the pleasure.

"I’m... I’m getting close..." she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please... don’t stop... I need to cum... fuck me deeper..."