My Steamy Story: Fist time spicy vacation of a 9 year old...

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Okay, bestie, spill the tea. So me and my hubby are on this boujee ass couples retreat, trying to rekindle our nine-year marriage, right? Big yikes. The vibe was low-key dead, so I said fuck it and put on this neon green thong bikini that was high-key iconic. I was getting main character energy, flirting with this random bartender, when he walked in. Sheesh. This man had rizz for days. He came right up to me at the bar, his hand sliding around my waist, and was like, "That suit is a crime scene, 'cause you're killing it." OMG. I was so shook. Then his hand just full-on palmed my ass over my thong, and I could feel his dick, hard as a rock, pressing right against my pussy through our clothes. We started grinding to the music and I swear, his cock was pushing my thong so deep into my cunt, I was dripping. He leaned down and whispered, "My room. Now." And I was just like, "Bet."

The second his door closed, his mouth was on mine and his hands were tearing that tiny thong off. He bent me over the bed, spread my legs, and I felt the head of his massive cock pushing against my wet entrance. I moaned, "Fuck me, please," and he just slammed into me, no cap. It was so deep, so much bigger and rougher than my husband. I was screaming, "Yes, fill my pussy!" as he pounded me, his balls slapping against my clit. I came so hard my vision went white. This was the dirty, primal sex my marriage had been missing for years. Period.