Claire's bedroom was a sanctuary of darkness and sensuality, the red curtains draped over the windows casting an erotic glow over the room. The four-poster bed stood like an altar, beckoning her to worship at its feet. And tonight, she would be offering herself up to the man who had claimed her body and soul.
Kneeling before him, she reached up and gently took hold of his massive balls, admiring their weight in her hands. Her dark eyes looked up at him, a playful smirk on her lips. "I bet your wife doesn't worship these the way I do," she said, her voice low and sultry.
He chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Claire?"
She moaned in response, her grip on his balls tightening. "Only for you, and your big, beautiful cock."
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're a cheating whore, but I love it. I love how you beg for my seed, even when you're carrying another man's child."
Claire shivered at his words, her pussy growing wetter. She started to massage his balls, her fingers working in slow, sensual circles. "Your husband's cock is nothing compared to mine," he continued, taunting her. "He can't make you feel the way I do."
Claire couldn't help but agree. "No, he can't. You're the only one who can make me feel this dirty and this alive."
She began to lick and kiss his balls, her tongue tracing every inch of them. She couldn't get enough of their taste and texture. He groaned, his hands tightening in her hair. "You're such a good little slut, Claire. I'm going to fill you up with my cum and make you scream."
Claire's pussy clenched at the thought. She wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of her, to be filled to the brim with his seed. She continued to worship his balls, her lips and tongue working in overdrive. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Beg for it, Claire," he commanded, his voice husky and demanding. "Beg for my cum."
She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Please, I need it. I need your cum inside of me."
He grinned, pulling her head back. "Good girl. Now open your legs and let me give you what you want."
Claire obeyed, spreading her legs wide and arching her back. He stepped forward, positioning himself between her thighs. She could feel the heat radiating off of his cock, and she couldn't wait for him to plunge it deep inside of her.
He teased her, rubbing the tip of his cock along her wet slit. She whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet him. "Please, I need it," she begged again.
He chuckled, then thrust his hips forward, filling her completely. She screamed, her nails digging into the sheets as he started to pound into her.
He was relentless, his hips slapping against hers as he took her roughly. She loved every second of it, her body moving in time with his.
"You're mine, Claire," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasped, her orgasm building deep within her.
He leaned down and bit her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him as she came hard.
He followed soon after, filling her with his hot cum. She could feel it spilling out of her, coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat. She reached up and gently stroked his cheek, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Thank you," she whispered.
He grinned, his eyes dark with desire. "Anytime, Claire. Anytime."
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