Stop Asking Where Your Wife Is And Just F*ck Me That Was All I Could Think About Has He Fingerd Me (18+ Story)

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I was lying spread-eagled on the couch, one leg on the floor, another on the back of the couch, p*ssy wide open and the remote to the home theatre going in and out of my open p*ssy. My eyes were closed; I was in another world, remembering a f**k session I had with three guys in Badagry. How they all used me one after the other in different positions, the movement of my hand sticking the remote control in and out of my dripping p*ssy became a blur as each scene of the groupie flashed before my eyes. I was moaning, using my other hand to pinch my erect bosoms one after the other as the feelings in my p*ssy intensified. I stuck the remote control further and further into me, using it like a dildo, wishing it was a hard stiff long cock. I was so close to cumming that my lips were open and my nostrils flaring as I built up to my climax. I arched my p*ssy forward as with one final plunge of the remote control deeply inside me, I let out an animal groan and c*m flowed ou

I left the remote buried deep inside me as I rode my orgasms. After it had subsided, I removed the remote and brought it to my lips, licking my p*ssy juice off it. My eyes were tightly shut closed all this while. I was in a world all of my own, imagining guys, several of them doing things to me. I calmed down after some minutes and opened my eyes, finally sated. I blinked, blinked again, then quickly started up, trying to get up from the couch, looking for my discarded clothing. I’m in such a mess, caught pants down f**king the remote control in my aunt’s house by my aunt’s husband who was supposed to be off-shore on an oil rig! He was leaning against the door (which was supposed to be locked, oh forgot he has his own house key!), his bag on the floor beside him, a wicked smile on his face and a hell of a turgid cock in his hands!

‘’wel wel come sir’’ I stuttered, hurriedly trying to get my legs into my jeans but failing woefully. If I was a white woman, I would be all red with embarrassment. He continued smiling and walked over to me. I’m still standing by the couch, in a daze but unable to move. He didn’t say a word as he pushed me back on the couch. I made struggling motions to stand up but I couldn’t as he is a well-built tall guy and all muscular. That smile was still plastered on his face as he straddled my waist, placing each knee to the side of my body on the couch making sure I was tightly locked in. I could only struggle feebly in that position.