I Should have Pulled Out Sooner!

The stuff that happened wasn’t intentional, I swear. The sex was going great. My cock was hitting that pussy hard and deep. The Milf was squirming, whimpering, and grabbing me tight; her nails dug into my flesh, and I nearly wanted to stop to calm my nerves, except I knew that would be the wrong move. The bitch would assume I was getting bored and figured I wanted things to end fast; her husband would likely have thought the same, too. 

My only option was to ignore the pain from her nails, ignore the pain from my throbbing thigh muscles, driving me closer towards pulling a hamstring, even ignore the adrenaline rush that got my heart beating fast like a trotting horse. Instead of pain, I channelled my mind to focus on the pleasure. Steadfast focus on the warmth coming from her tight pussy that gripped my cock; stay focused on the Milf’s tits bouncing against my chin; focus on her gasps, including the amount of gibberish spouting forth from her lips, telling me not to stop . . . please, don’t fucking stop!

I didn’t want to stop . . . I didn’t want to fucking stop . . . except I suddenly realised that I was going to have to. Awwhh shit, I definitely was going to have to stop!

There was a gnawing fire coursing from the depths of my nuts-sac heading towards the tip of my prick. My prick was getting hotter and hotter inside the bitch’s pussy. It was edging me closer towards climax. My body tensed while my mind made swift calculations—if there ever was a time to pull out, it was now, motherfucker!

Meanwhile, the pressure was building in the tip of my prick like a furnace itching to explode. 

I slowed my pace while still leaning over the slut. The horny bitch seemed aware that I was starting to pull out and wanted none of that. She locked her legs high over my thighs, further pinning me downward while thrusting her upper body at me. Her groans were loudly grating as they were frantic. She was breathing through her mouth like she was attempting to save herself from drowning. When she locked eyes with me, there was such fierceness coming from her, even her taut skin sent me a message before her lips did.

“Don’t stop!” she gasped. “Keep coming! Keep fucking coming!”

I tried to speak, believe me, I did. I tried to tell her that I was inches from exploding, and the longer she held me down, the more obvious I might flood her pussy with my seed, and that wasn’t the agreement I had with her husband. He had explicitly reminded me before we entered the room that his wife wasn’t on the pill. I was, under no circumstances, to shoot my shot inside her. 

I would have assumed his wife knew that too, but it was suddenly apparent that either she didn’t know or didn’t seem to care. We had ourselves a brief tussle. I struggled to get free from her grasp, but her grip held me down like locks on a bank vault; the bitch didn’t want me to stop and was disinclined to let go.

Meanwhile, the pressure was building in the tip of my prick like a furnace itching to explode. 

Streams of sweat dribbled down my brow, obscuring my sight. I was grunting feverishly while my hips and pelvis were on autopilot, pounding and slamming the bitch harder and harder; I could feel my palms sinking deep into the bed; the bed groaned in response to our action.

I kept wanting to speak, but the words sputtered weakly and I barely heard myself. Meanwhile, the bitch’s husband maintained his distance watching and filming us from across the room. 

The climactic moment happened, and I couldn’t contain myself.

I tensed and then unleashed every ounce of cum I had stored in my nuts-sac; I spilt my entire load inside my bitch, and it felt terrifically great.

Her husband wasn’t that happy when he realised what I’d done. As I’d expected, he immediately started raging and cursing when I rolled off his wife, leaving a trail of semen dripping out of her cunt lips.

“The fuck did you do, man?” he wailed. “What the fuck! I thought I told you explicitly not to fucking cum in my wife! The fuck!”

“Aww, stop whining about it, dear,” his wife moaned. “You know how bad I wanted this.”

Her husband knelt beside the bed, swearing while trying to talk reason with his bitch while I lay on my back trying to calm my nerves. They argued back and forth while I fell asleep without a care in the world.