My Steamy Story: ATM Down Melinda’s eyes lit up as the...

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Okay, so let me spill the tea on the wildest night of my life, no cap. When this absolute unit of a man walked into our hotel room, I was already soaked just thinking about the cash. He didn't waste any time—pushed me back on the bed, yanked my robe open, and went straight to town on my pussy with his mouth. Iconic. I came so fast, my whole body was shaking, it was insane.

Then he stood up and, bestie, I literally gasped. His dick was a monster—thick as my forearm and long enough to probably touch my soul. I was like, "OOF, I don't know if I'm getting three hundred out of this!" But hey, a deal's a deal. I spread my legs wider, biting my lip as he lined up. The pressure was unreal as he pushed the head in, and my pussy stretched like never before. "That's one hundred," he grunted, and Darin, my perv husband, was just watching, bourbon in hand, living his best life.

He slid deeper, stretching me to the absolute limit, and I moaned, "Fuck, yes, two hundred!" I was sweating, trembling, but the mix of pain and pleasure had me hooked. By the time he was fully inside, bottoming out, I was seeing stars. He fucked me slow and deep, each thrust making me clench around him. I came again, screaming, "I'm gonna—oh my god!" as he filled me up. When he handed me that stack of cash after, I was shook, exhausted, and already wondering when I could hit up that ATM again. Sheesh. Period.