Chapter 3: My Husband’s Boss Filled My Married p***y While He Listened
“Please, Mr. Kane…” I begged, voice shaking with raw need. I was bent over his expensive mahogany desk like a cheap w***e, red dress bunched around my waist, ass up, soaked p***y dripping down my thighs. “f**k me. Ruin me. I want you to destroy what my husband couldn’t.”
Mr. Kane gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed his massive c**k into me in one brutal thrust.
I screamed.
The stretch was violent and perfect. He was so much thicker and longer than Jake. I felt every thick vein as he buried himself balls-deep, the fat head kissing my cervix. My walls fluttered wildly around him, creaming instantly.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, voice deep and filthy. “This married p***y is gripping me so tight. Your husband m
