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“I hate her,” Caleb growled as he shoved open the door. I followed him with soft steps. He dropped his briefcase and shook out of his suit jacket. I laced my fingers around his, pulling him in close to my body. Then lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his palm. Our eyes met, and my tongue swirled over the gold band on his ring finger. My lips parted, and I sucked his ring finger along my tongue. When my lips sealed around the band and my teeth grazed it from his finger, his dark eyes grew lusty.
“I’ll end her for you.” My words were syrupy thick after I spat the wedding ring across the kitchen, and his hands slipped around my waist. He tugged my body tight to his, and I could feel how hard his cock was at the idea.
Caleb’s Fantasy Hitman
“How?” Caleb asked, kissing my neck as he walked us toward his bedroom—the one he shared with the woman he hated. My head tilted to the side to grant him access, and I felt his fingers tug the zipper at my back. My dress fell to the floor, and I ripped at his dress shirt. Its buttons popped off and flew across the bedroom.
Now only in my panties and heels, I shoved my half-naked, married lover back onto his marriage bed. He worked his pants open while watching me shimmy off my lacy underwear. CCaleb’scock had never been harder as I straddled him and kissed his chest. “I’ll make sure she catches us fucking.” I moaned between the kisses I peppered over his skin. Lifting my hips, I lowered my soaked cunt over his rock-solid cock.
“She’ll be furious.” He grunted and thrust up into me. My tuts bounced, and I balanced myself by planting my palms against his pecs.
Fighting his wife
“She’ll probably yank me by my hair, pulling me off your cock.” My pussy clenched thinking about the rage I’d feel. “I’d have to punch her in her pretty face to make her let go.” Under me, Caleb moaned, and I felt his cock throb at my words.
“Yes,” He gasped. My hips picked up my pace, grinding my clit to his pelvis as I continued the fantasy.
“We’d stumble out of the bedroom and down the hall. Bumping into the banister as we claw, slap, and bite at each other.”
“Oh fuck, then what?” Caleb was close. His balls were tight as I fucked him to the idea of fighting the wife he hates.
“I’d shove her. At the top of the stairs, I’d watch as she folded and twisted in on herself, all the way down to the bottom.” Caleb let out a primal yell as his cock flooded inside of me. The hot splash of cum triggered my orgasm, and I came with him to the fantasy of being his personal hitman.
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