The Release

“How did I get here?, she thought”. Away from the party and her center-of-attention husband. Yet here she was, alone with this stranger in a darken storage closet bent over a table. Skirt flipped over her back, thong pulled aside, being relentlessly pounded by the biggest blackest dick she’s ever encountered. The spontaneity, passion and sheer recklessness of it all had awakened her inner slut.
Moans. Groans. Skin smacking. Panting. Heavy breathing. No words. No exchange of names. Just the exchange of pleasure urgently building to a climatic crescendo. She erupted squirting cum everywhere releasing years of pent up frustration.

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