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The Secret Affair

Ever since that wild night at the house, my mind was completely consumed by Brooke’s uninhibited depravity. She was ten times more unhinged than Chloe in bed, screaming and begging for meat like a professional whore. That insatiable nature stayed with me, keeping my cock rock-hard during the workdays.

With Chloe heavily occupied with a massive corporate audit at her firm, she had become distant and cold. Seizing the opportunity, a dark desire took over me—I wanted to get Brooke alone in a hotel room and drill her until the bed collapsed.

I fired off a dirty text to her later that week: "Brooke, you free tonight? I can't stop thinking about that dripping wet pussy of yours. Let's meet up at a hotel and have a real wicked fuck."

Brooke replied almost instantly, her text dripping with lust: "Ethan, you horny bastard, is your dick standing at attention again? Ffne. 8 PM, The Grand Royal Hotel. Don't let Chloe know... I want you to fuck me behind her back. It makes it so much hotter."

My heart hammered against my ribs like a war drum. By 7:30 PM, I was already at the hotel, checking into a private suite, showering, and waiting on the bed with a raging erection.

Right at 8 o'clock, the door clicked open, and Brooke stepped inside. She was wearing a skin-tight red dress that looked ready to tear open, the deep neckline exposing her full, bouncing breasts. The dress was criminally short, and with every step she took, the lace trim of her black thong peeked out from underneath. My cock was standing like a flagpole. I lunged forward, locking her in a tight embrace: "Brooke, you look so fucking sexy... I need to bury myself inside you right now."

Brooke laughed dirtily, sliding her hand down to squeeze my cock through my pants: "Are you really that hungry for my pussy, director? Well, tonight it's all yours. You can treat me however you want."

Without another word, I tore the red dress straight off her body, leaving her in nothing but her black lace thong. I threw her onto the mattress, pinning her legs back to her chest, and buried my face into her core. Her pussy was highly scented and completely flooded with arousal. I drove my tongue deep inside her, and she grabbed my hair, screaming into the empty room: "Ethan! Your tongue feels incredible... deeper! Make me scream, you beast!"

I lapped at her hungrily, shoving three fingers deep into her tight tunnel, her juices splashing over my hand and soaking into the bedsheets.

Brooke gasped for breath, her body trembling as she pushed my head away, whimpering: "Stop eating it... shove that big cock inside me right now! My pussy is burning for it!"

She quickly stripped out of her thong and flipped onto her stomach, arching her back and pushing her heavy, white cheeks into the air—a view so intense it nearly made me blow right then and there. I lined up my steel-hard shaft against her drenched slit and slammed all the way inside. Brooke’s inner walls were burning hot, clamping onto my shaft like a vice. As I buried it to the hilt, she let out a loud, unhinged wail: "Ah! Ethan! Your cock is so fucking huge... destroy me! Break my pussy apart!"

I gripped her narrow hips and began hammering into her like an animal, her cheeks making a loud, rhythmic clapping sound against my thighs. Brooke turned her head back to look at me, her eyes clouded with pure lust: "Harder! Break me! Make me your little whore!"

Driven mad by her words, I picked up the pace, my thrusts moving like a high-speed sewing machine. The entire bed shook violently, the sheets tearing under the friction. Brooke hit a shattering climax, her juices spraying out as her legs shook violently. I flipped her onto her back, draped her long legs over my shoulders, and continued the assault. Her breasts bounced frantically, and I leaned down, biting her nipples roughly. She let out a sharp cry: "Are you a rabid dog? That fucking hurts!"

I kept drilling her for over twenty minutes, cycling through every dirty position imaginable. Brooke climbed on top, riding my shaft like a wild water snake, her hips grinding in tight circles. I grabbed her ass and pushed upward, meeting every descent with a brutal upward thrust, our bodies slick with sweat. Finally, I turned her onto all fours again, hammering her from behind, slapping her red cheeks while dirty-talking her: "You lẳng lơ little slut... compared to Chloe, you are a thousand times filthier. This pussy was made to be destroyed by my dick!"

Brooke panted heavily, her voice broken: "Chloe’s quiet innocence can't touch this... fuck me! Hammer this dirty pussy harder!"

Finally, my balls tightened, and my shaft began to spasm. I barked at her: "Brooke, I'm going to blow! Where do you want it?"

Brooke let out a dirty laugh, her hips bucking against mine: "Breed me! Fill my pussy up! I don't care about a pregnancy... blast it all inside me!"

Losing all control, I gripped her waist and delivered a dozen rapid, brutal strokes before burying my cock deep inside her and blasting a thick, boiling hot torrent of cum straight into her womb. My shaft pulsed violently, filling her to maximum capacity. Brooke shivered, her head burying into the pillow as she moaned: "Ethan... you came so much... it's burning hot inside me!"

When I finally pulled out, a thick, white stream of cum immediately began oozing out of her stretched lips, trickling down her inner thighs and pooling onto the sheet. Brooke lay there, panting heavily, tracing the wetness with her fingers as she smirked: "If Chloe ever found out how hard you breed me... her head would literally explode."

I lit a cigarette, pulling her naked body against mine: "My wife is too busy with her career anyway. It's a good thing she has a best friend like you to look after her husband's needs. This is perfect."

After washing up and putting her red dress back on, Brooke blew me a kiss from the doorway, her eyes dark with lingering lust: "Don't make me wait too long for the next text, Ethan. My pussy is already throwing a tantrum for that cock."

I smirked, taking a long drag from my cigarette: "Don't worry, baby. I'll always be ready to give you exactly what you deserve."

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