You stand naked, in heels, your arms pressed high up against the wall.
Really, I use my own hands to pin them there, as I use my other free hand to reach around and fondle your heavy, milky breasts as my cock presses against your ass.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to breed your little pussy,” I growl in your ear.
I notice the ring on your finger and think how lucky I am–breeding another man’s wife while he’s gone for the day. Knowing that when he comes home, his wife’s slit will be leaking my potent, young seed.
You whimper, panting–unable to offer much in the way of words. You feel my chest press against your back, as my hand starts to pinch your nipples.
“These are the most perfect nipples I’ve ever pinched,” I tell you, grinning.
You’re not used to this sort of passion. It makes your pulse race. Your husband certainly doesn’t. I release your hands from my grip, and with my now free hand, slap your ass. Just to remind you who is in charge. Now, both hands are sliding down the side of your ribs, to your hips.