A Tinder tale pt3 [MFM]

Evan stood and removed his clothes.  His powerfully muscular body was already owning my cunt from across the room.  

It was his snake that quickened my breath.  It hung between his legs, dangling down an easy 8 inches.  My pussy twitched in anticipation.

“Get back over here.” I obediently moved in front of him and began gently pressing against him as I ran my hands down his swollen arms.

“What are you going to do now?” I heard my husband ask from across the room.

“Buddy, I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want with your little whore wife here.” 

Evan put a commanding hand on the top of my head and put me on my knees.  His other hand grabbed his thickening hose and stretched my lips around its fat, purple head.

“Suck it hard, little girl.” I was told.  He kept his palm resting heavily on my skull, but I did all the work.

I could feel my husband’s gaze pressing against my back as I nursed Evan’s bitch stick.  Suddenly, it firmly filled that back of my throught and I pulled back back to gag.

But I didn’t move.  Evan’s firm grip held me in place…then slowly inched me forward.  The swollen head of his cock pop back into my throat as he pressed my face against musky crotch.

My eyes winced and lungs burned.  Evan held me in place as his snake straightened down my neck.  An eternity late, I was released.

I collapsed at his feet coughing and gasping.  Above me Evan asked my husband, “Know we know she can throat 14 inches.”

I sat back up and looked up.

“Need more help doing your job, bitch?”

I wrapped my desperate fingers around Evan’s tree thick thighs to brace for impact.  I then opened by jaw and began swallowing his sword.  I gagged.  I coughed.  I gasped.  And I kept swallowing until my nose was burried in his man forest.

Through my watering eyes, I saw Evan rest his hands on his hips.  “That’s how I like hot girls, choking on cock.”  Shame filled me with a satisfying thought: He thinks I’m hot.

Evan wrapped both hands on my skull and face fucked me.  Forever.  Time stopped as he repeatedly force fed his salami between my lips.

“You got great glory hole lips there, Precious.” He praised me, slapping my forehead ruthlessly again his watchboard stomach.

After another moment, he pushed me off.  I felt thrown away, and worried he didn’t like me.  Then a firm grip to the back of my neck pressed me face down on the carpet as he knelt beside me.

A heard his vice grip slapping his shaft before feeling hot streams of man seed lashing back and forth across my ass and backside.

It stopped and we all breathed quietly for a moment.  Then Eavn’s fingers ruthlessly grabbed my hair and pulled my face back to his softening cock.

I rested into a lizzard-like crouch and began nursing as he spoke strong and clear.

“So we’re clear: That’s what it looks like when a man cums, my friend.”

“And this,” he said with smug satisfaction, “is what your wife looks like when she WANTS to smoke a cock.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7mo9e8/a_tinder_tale_pt3_mfm