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Part 2
A steady, gentle movement dragged him from his sleep. Dan noticed first an unusual weight on top of him. Then he noticed he had a monstrous hard-on. As he peeled his eyes open, he remembered the weight was Faruza’s small figure. The movement was her ass, going slowly up and down. His hard-on was stuck inside her.
“Faruza? Are you awake?” he whispered. The first sunlight was showing in the windows. It wouldn’t be long before his wife was up making breakfast, and he was late for the trial.
“Yes.”
She must have moved sometime when she was sleeping and felt his penis inside her and it woke her up. Then she got turned on and her ass started humping. She kissed the side of his neck. He sucked in a deep breath. He was turned on, too, and put his hands on her waist and thrust his hips up.
“Do it harder. It feels so good,” Faruza moaned in his ear.
Dan jammed his cock into her again and she whimpered. Did she like it rough? He rolled on top of her. She cried out in surprise, staring up at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide. He hovered over her, holding himself up with his arms on either side of her head. Her legs were forced wide around his body.
“This is gonna feel even better,” he growled, and the ferocity in his own voice surprised him.
He pulled his hips back, withdrawing most of his penis from her cunt. The delicate, pink lips of her pussy were spread wide, encircling his shaft, which looked grotesquely huge going into her small body.
He slammed his cock back into her. Faruza moaned out loud. He pulled his hips back and did it again. Her back arched off the sofa. Her hands squeezed his forearms and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. He was sure someone heard her moan that time; she was loud enough to wake the neighbors. If his wife or boys were going to walk in on them it was going to happen soon. He wanted to cum inside her one more time before that.
“Did you like that?” he said. Faruza nodded. Her expression was a mixture of fear and excitement. She was so beautiful it took his breath away. “Then hold on, ‘cause I’m gonna f*** you hard.”
Dan lifted his weight and dropped himself on her. The sofa rocked with the force of his motion. His hard, muscular belly slapped on her flat belly. Faruza clung to him, moaning.
“Oh Dan ... oh Dan ... oh ... oh,” she cried.
Her voice faded. She thrashed beneath him. He pinned her down, with his thick cock sliding in and out of her. Her fingernails dug into his arms. She was panting for breath and he was pleased with himself. He made her cum. Then he was shooting another load into her.
“Oh God,” he groaned.
It poured from his cock like he opened up a hose, overflowed her tight hole and leaked out around his shaft, dripping down over his balls and down into the crack of Faruza’s ass.
“What happened?” Faruza panted.
“I made you cum.” He was just as out of breath.
“Cum? Just like before?”
Dan nodded. “That’s what it’s called when that happens. You made me cum, too.”
“I made you cum,” she repeated and giggled. “I like it when you cum. I like how it feels, all slippery and warm.”
Dan heard a sound from the kitchen and raised his head. It was his wife, getting breakfast ready. He lifted himself off Faruza. Their sweaty, sticky skin peeled apart and his dick flopped from her wet hole. She groaned and frowned.
“You better get back upstairs before someone finds you in here with me,” he said.
Faruza looked down between her spread legs. A drop of white come oozed from her tiny slit. She pushed it back in with her middle finger.
“I’m gonna feel you inside me all day. Then you can give me some more tonight,” she said. She kissed him quickly, hopped off the sofa, slipped into the t-shirt and dashed out of the room.
Dan rolled his eyes and wiped his forehead. What the hell was he thinking? What if he got that girl pregnant? His wife was going to kill him.
He got up to put on his pants. Faruza’s white panties were on the floor by his shoes. He bent over to pick them up, just as the door opened. He stuffed the panties in his pocket. His wife was standing in the doorway, wearing her robe.
“Honey, did you sleep here all night again?” she said. She walked toward him, leaving the door open.
“Yeah, I just crashed on the sofa,” Dan said. He noticed a small puddle of white fluid on the center cushion and his heart skipped.
She untied the belt and let the robe fall open. Beneath it, she was naked, and the round shapes of her breasts moved in and out of view. She slipped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck. Her bare, warm breasts pressed against his chest. She sniffed.
“Honey? Did you jerk off?” she said.
Dan shrugged and smirked. He slipped his hands inside her robe and down her back to her tight ass.
“Yeah, well, you know, I was working all night and I just needed a release.”
“You should have come up to bed. I would have given you all the release you wanted,” she said.
“Maybe tonight. I’ve got a busy day today.”
She kissed his lips and her hand rubbed the front of his pants.
“Then you better come and eat your eggs before they get cold. You’re going to need your strength.” She turned around and walked back to the door. “I’ll see if Faruza and the boys are up.”
“All right,” he said and smiled, but when the door closed his smile fell and his knees gave out and he plopped into the chair. He was right. It was going to be a busy day.
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