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You’re still a bitch, aren’t you? That’s right, take it all. I love watching you on your knees, gagging on my cock like the slut you are. Your married cunt probably hasn’t seen action like this in years. But look at you now, drooling and moaning for more. I can feel your throat tightening, trying to push me out, but you know you want it deeper. Your eyes are watering, makeup running, and that ass—fuck, that ass is perfect. I’m going to bend you over and pound that tight pussy until you scream my name.

Remember when you were just a shy housewife? Now you’re begging for my cum. I slap your cheek, and you whimper, spreading your legs wider. Your shaved pussy is glistening, ready for me. I slide two fingers inside, feeling your warmth, your wetness. You arch your back, pushing back against my hand. “Please, fuck me,” you whisper. That’s what I like to hear. I enter you from behind, grabbing your hips, fucking you hard. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room. You’re nothing but a hole for me to use, and you love it.

After I’ve had my fill, I pull out and let my cum spray across your face. You lick it off your lips, smiling. But I’m not done yet. I call in my friends, and they surround you. You take them all—one in your mouth, one in your cunt, one in your ass. You’re a fucking orgy slut, taking every inch like a pro. By the end, you’re covered in sweat and cum, barely able to move. But you still manage to whisper, “Thank you.” That’s right, bitch. You know your place.