My Steamy Story: Tufail was an average man in his mid-30s...

My Story Time:

Okay, so I knew marrying Tufail was a whole situation - a widow, three kids, the whole thing. I was low-key shook walking out of that bathroom in a see-through thing, my heart doing backflips. But bestie, the way he looked at me? Sheesh. His eyes were just devouring my body, and I could already see his dick making a tent in his pants. No cap, it was intimidating and hot AF.

He didn't even say anything, just pulled me into this kiss that was all tongue and teeth, his hands sliding down to grab my ass. I gasped into his mouth, and he whispered, "I've been dreaming about this pussy," and my whole body just caught fire. He ripped that flimsy nightgown right off, and his mouth was on my tits, sucking my nipples so hard I saw stars. I was already so wet for him, my cunt just aching. When he went down on me, his tongue on my clit was legit the GOAT. I was moaning, "Oh fuck, Tufail, yes!" and my legs were shaking. Then he lined up his cock, and OMG, the stretch as he pushed inside my virgin pussy... I literally screamed. He started pounding into me, deep and possessive, his balls slapping against me. I came so hard, my eyes rolled back, and then I felt him pulse inside me, filling me up with his cum. It was messy, it was intense, and period, I was his.