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Persephone in Winter - Chapter 9/11
Date: 1/21/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Night_Writer, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
took him by surprise. Gone was the sultry French accent, in a split second replaced by an all too familiar voice, a voice that for years had uttered a soft goodnight from the pillow beside him. He stared in horror as the face beneath him became his wife's, hidden beneath a thick layer of black eyeliner and garish blood-red lipstick. Drained of all color, her complexion faded to a blue-white mask, a grotesque blend of clown and corpse. The warm blanket surrounding them turned cold, shaking him with violent chills. "What's wrong, Steven? Why won't you finish me? Fuck me with your big, hard cock until you make me cum for you, Steven! Empty your balls into your little whore! Don't you know it's what I need? I like it Steven! Oh God, I love it hard and nasty, Steven! I love it - I love it - I love it - I love it..." He panicked, fighting desperately to free himself from her, her legs now tightly grasping him, pulling him roughly into her with frantic, rhythmic spasms. With a sudden lurch, he broke free, rolled away from her, and landed on the floor. When he stood, she was laughing, her wide, painted mouth now almost unrecognizable, the dark eyeliner now running in long streaks over her face. "That's just like you!" she jeered. "Be a man, Steven. For once in your life, be a real man, not a god-damned pussy!" He backed away from her as the other women began to gather around them. She continued to berate him, her eyes full of venom, her legs still spread wide, flaunting the gaping, ...