1. A Story of Eve and Ric: Part2_ Fuck My Ass Good!


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: Anal, First Time, Hardcore, Author: edintx99, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    This is Part 2 in a series featuring Ric and Eve. I would also suggest reading Part 1: Pissy Publicist.http://xhamster.com/user/edintx99/posts/340112.htmlI’ll be fucking someone other than my husband tonight! I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I’m going out.” “Uh… yeah… ummm…” and he rolled over and went back to sl**p. He didn’t use to be like this. He used to think me sexy and couldn’t keep his hands off me. Then he started working all the time and then he couldn’t keep his hands off his mistress.Fuck him. I deserve excitement too, my new lover! Where’s Ric? It’s almost 2:00 am. He promised! I tossed back my drink, pulled out my phone and typed a message. Eve: Husband is asl33p. Where are you?! A minute passed, five. Ric: Here! You ready? Eve: Fuck yes! Ric: LOL, hot, sexy woman. Fuck you hard and long! Eve: Yes! Don’t want romance, soooo boring. Want you to fuck me all night long! When get here? Ric: Prepaid limo downstairs. Driver will drop you off to me. Wear that sexy, silver-lame dress I sent you. Eve: OFC, my hot perv lover! ********** A half hour later… “Here, you are dropping me here?!!” “Lady, dispatch said here. You’re here. You wanna go back to your hotel, it’s extra.” “Wait a moment.” I took a last pull of the drink I’d grabbed from the bar, liquid courage. “Sure lady, a minute I got. Oh, and here’s the code for that door.” I got out with the slip of paper in hand and looked around. One street light a block away; everything dark and in shadows. Ten feet ...
    away, a short staircase leading down to a below-ground iron door. I started to break out into a sweat despite the coolness of the night. It no longer seemed such a great idea. I pulled the mid-thigh hem down, failed, felt exposed. But during our sexts, it was obvious Ric was not just sex crazed but also a good-hearted man. And the fucking was so good yesterday, so hot! I turned to the driver. “Go.” The steps were steep, narrow, made of grating and I’m cursed wearing my spiked heels. My husband used to call them my fuck-me shoes. Yeah, well, tonight Ric would fuck me, again. An electronic pad was mounted on the dirty brick wall so I punched in the numbers: 696969. The door sprung inward, opening up on a dimly lit space: marble floors, dozens of small crystal chandeliers hanging from a lofted ceiling, and a jazz band playing in one corner. It was a nice size space: small tables, some booths and a long bar with stools on one side. I spotted Ric seated on a stool at the far end of the bar with an athletic blond girl hanging all over him. She was laughing, snuggling his neck... my neck! I fluffed my hair and strode toward them. When she saw me and gave me a look, I wanted to say, ‘Step aside bitch,’ and smack her but that’s not my style. I stepped right up to him, tousled his hair and pecked him on the cheek. “So sorry I’m late, darling. Driver took a wrong turn.” He was startled but not angry. She was fucking furious. I ignored her and reached for his face, pulled it to me and give ...
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