Driver Seduces His Boss’s Wife – Part 8

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Her words hung in the air as I positioned myself closer to her. She whispered, with nervousness. “I might not be able to take it.” I smirked, teasing the tip of my shaft against her face, ” I know you’re not satisfied with the small one. But I promise, this will fill every need you’ve been longing for.”

She sat up slightly, her hands trembling as they slowly reached out to touch my cock. Her fingers hesitated at first but soon wrapped around my cock. Testing the weight and size with a curious, almost innocent fascination. Her eyes met mine, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty in them.

Her breathing grew more ragged as she leaned forward. Her finger brushed against the tip, tasting me for the first time. She looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I don’t know if I can handle it, but I want to try.”

I smiled, my hand caressing her cheek as I spoke softly. “I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry. Just trust me.”

She licked her lips, her hand stroking me gently, feeling the weight and length of it. “I’ve never had anything like this before,” she murmured, almost to herself. “My husband, he doesn’t even come close.”

“Then this will be a new experience for you,” I said, my voice low and reassuring. “I’ll make sure it’s one you’ll never forget.”

“Is this happening?” she whispered. I could see her biting her lip nervously. Her body was tense yet undeniably drawn to me. I gave her a reassuring smile, gently running my fingers through her hair.

“It is, and you don’t have to worry. Everything feels strange the first time. But I promise you’ll enjoy every moment.”

She smiled shyly, still unsure. But I could see the desire in her eyes taking over her hesitation. Her touch was tender, as if she were afraid of doing something wrong.

Slowly, she started to move her hand, experimenting with the rhythm. I leaned back slightly, closing my eyes for a second as the sensation washed over me.

“Does it feel good?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. I opened my eyes to look at her, nodding. “It feels incredible. But don’t rush. Take your time, explore.” I told her, “Can you take it in your mouth and give me a blowjob?”

She giggled nervously, her thumb brushing over the tip. “It’s so big. I’ve never done it before. I don’t know if it will fit in my mouth,” she confessed with amazement and trepidation.

I could sense her worry, but I wanted to comfort her. “You’ll be surprised by what you can handle when you let go of fear,” I said softly, brushing my thumb along her cheek. “Just trust me, trust yourself.”

Her fingers gripped me a bit more confidently now. Her breaths became shallow as she began to move my cock with more purpose. She paused for a moment, looking up at me with a smirk. “It doesn’t smell as bad as I thought,” she teased, clearly trying to break her tension.

I chuckled softly, brushing my lips against her forehead. “I told you, it’s not about what you think it will be like. It’s about how it makes you feel.” I looked into her eyes, feeling the heat building between us. “You’re already making me feel incredible.”

She smiled at that, leaning in to kiss my cock gently on the tip. “Maybe I’ll give it a taste,” she whispered playfully, her lips grazing mine as she spoke. “But you’ll have to guide me. I’ve never done this before.”

I nodded, positioning myself a bit more comfortably. “I’ll guide you through everything, and I promise you’ll love it.”

Her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip of my shaft, tracing delicate circles around the head. Each motion was precise and calculated as if she were savouring the moment before taking more of me. Her eyes were locked on mine.

They sparkled with desire, letting me know she was fully in control, at least for now. I took hold of her head and pushed my cock inside her mouth. She tried to take it out. But I pushed further, and half of my cock was inside. I stopped, still holding her head.

She started crying, and a drop of tears fell over my cock, but I did not stop. After a while, I left her head. She took out my cock. Again I requested her for a blowjob and said, “I will fuck you on the road if you don’t release my cum.”
She got scared, and her lips parted.

She took my cock slowly, cautiously, her eyes locking with mine, seeking reassurance. I felt my breath hitch as her lips parted, wrapping around the head with a soft, wet suction. I could feel her hesitation melt away as she started to find a rhythm that suited her, exploring and learning.

With every movement, her confidence grew, and the tension between us deepened. The warmth of her mouth enveloped me inch by inch, but she didn’t rush. Instead, she alternated between swirling her tongue over the sensitive ridge.

Drawing back just enough to kiss along the length, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. The slickness of her tongue, combined with the softness of her lips, sent jolts of pleasure through me. Making it impossible to stay still. My hand found the back of her head, my fingers tangling gently in her hair.

I guided her, but she was in no hurry. She worked her way down slowly, letting her lips glide over my shaft, her tongue tracing every vein, every contour. Her gaze never wavered. That connection, the intensity in her eyes, made the sensation even more electrifying.

With deliberate precision, she began to take more of me into her mouth. I groaned, my body reacting to the heat and pressure as she sank deeper. She moved in slow, sensual motions, taking her time. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, sending a delicious pressure through my body.

Each movement of her lips was perfectly synchronized with the swirling of her tongue. She used to press against the underside of my shaft, creating an unbearable tension. Her moans were low, vibrating against my skin. She picked up the pace, sliding her lips further down with every bob of her head.

The sensation was overwhelming. Her warm, wet mouth offered both comfort and pleasure. Her lips created a soft seal as she sucked me deeper into her throat. I could feel her breath growing faster, matching my own. Her hands gripped my thighs, steadying herself.

With every moan, I could feel her desire rising, her pleasure mounting as she lost herself in the act. Her nails dug into my thighs, and the slight bite of pain only added to the intensity of the moment. I tangled my fingers deeper into her hair.

I guided her rhythm, urging her to take more of me and push the boundaries of what she could handle. She complied eagerly, her mouth sliding over my length with a newfound hunger. Her tongue flattened against the base of my shaft as she took me deeper.

Her lips brushed against the sensitive spot where my hardness met her throat. She gagged slightly, her throat tightening around me. But she didn’t stop—if anything, the sound only encouraged her to keep going. The vibrations from her moans sent shivers down my spine, pushing me closer to the edge.

Her hands began moving along my shaft, stroking the base in time with the movements of her mouth, adding an extra layer of stimulation. The combination of her wet lips and skilful fingers was intoxicating. The pleasure builds with every stroke, every deep, deliberate pull.

She was relentless, her head bobbing faster now. The pace of her mouth matched the growing urgency in my body. I could feel myself losing control, my hips bucking slightly, urging her to take more of me. She moaned around me again.

The sound vibrated through my entire body as she sucked harder. Her cheeks hollowed out with the effort. I was on the edge, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts. I fought to hold back, to prolong the inevitable. But with the way she moved, the way she sucked me, there was no stopping her.

I groaned, my hand tightening in her hair. My body trembled as she took me even deeper. Her lips pressed firmly against the base of my shaft. I could feel her tongue swirling around cock head, the pressure building with every second, until finally. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I released it inside her mouth, and she drank half of it. Then we decided to go to the hotel. She put on her torn vest and adjusted her skirt. She looked like a bitch. There was cum on the side of her lips, and her hair was messed up. We reached the hotel and went directly to the lift after parking the car.

When we came out of the lift, a staff member saw us, and we hurriedly went to our room, which I closed. As soon as the door clicked shut, I turned around to find her, her eyes locked on mine, full of raw hunger and lust. Before I could speak, she jumped into my arms.

Her lips crashed onto mine with an urgency that sent sparks through my entire body. The heat of her body against mine was overwhelming. Her kiss was wild and insistent, like a bitch burning in lust. Her lips moved with desperate need, devouring me as if she’d been starving for this moment.

I kissed her back just as hungrily as she did. My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter against me. I could feel the soft curves of her body pressing against my chest. Her breasts brushed against me with every movement.

My fingers threaded through her hair. I tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss as I took control. Her mouth was hot and inviting, and I tasted her, savouring the sweet flavour of her lips. Our tongues met, sliding against each other in a slow, sensual rhythm that sent shivers down my spine.

Her hands were everywhere, roaming over my chest and shoulders, eager and impatient as if she couldn’t get enough of me. She tugged at my shirt, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she unbuttoned it. I felt the cool air hit my skin as she peeled it off.

I groaned against her mouth, the sensation of her hands on my bare chest igniting a fire inside me. Our kiss became slower, more deliberate as the initial frenzy gave way to something deeper, more intense. I broke away momentarily to look at her.

Her lips were swollen from our kiss, her eyes half-lidded with desire. She was beautiful, irresistible. I couldn’t help but lean back in, kissing her again. This time slower, savouring every second, every taste of her. I let my lips travel down her jawline, tracing the delicate curve of her neck.

I was feeling her pulse quicken beneath my mouth. She moaned softly, arching her neck to give me better access, her hands still gripping my shoulders, her body pressing against mine. I kissed her just below her ear, lingering there. I flicked my tongue against her skin, feeling her shiver in response.

“Mmm, don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice breathless with desire. I smiled against her neck, my lips continuing down to her collarbone. I kissed her there, tasting her skin inch by inch. My hands explored her body as I moved. I let my fingers slide under her skirt, feeling the warmth of her skin.

I slowly began to lift it. She helped me, and it slid down her legs. She kicked it aside without a second thought. Her body was perfect, her breasts full and soft, barely contained by her bra. I kissed her again, this time on her chest, right between her breasts. I felt her body tremble beneath my touch.

My hands slid around her back and with a single motion. I slid her bra, letting it fall away, revealing her bare skin to me. Her breasts were beautiful, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss them. I started with soft, lingering kisses, my lips brushing over her nipples, teasing her as I moved.

She moaned, her hands tangling in my hair, urging me to continue. I obliged, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking gently. Her body responded immediately. Her back arched as she pressed herself against me. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps.

“You feel so good,” she whispered. “I’ve never been touched like this.” I smiled, my mouth still on her breast as I kissed her harder. My tongue flicked over her tits. Her hands tightened in my hair, her body writhing beneath me. I worked her over.

I switched to her other tit, making sure she felt every kiss, every lick. But I wasn’t done. I wanted to taste all of her. I kissed my way down her stomach, feeling the muscles in her abdomen tense beneath my lips as I moved lower. I knelt in front of her.

She gasped, her eyes wide as she realized what I was about to do. I kissed her thighs first, soft, teasing kisses that made her shiver with pleasure. Her legs trembled slightly, and she spread them wider, giving me full access to her.

“Please,” she whispered, “Please, don’t make me wait.”

I smirked, my lips brushing against her inner thigh as I responded. “I want to make sure you’re ready for this.”

She groaned in frustration, her hands gripping the sheets. I teased her with light kisses, my tongue barely grazing her skin. But when I finally reached her pussy, I wasted no time. I kissed her over pussy, right where she was hottest. She moaned, her body jerking in response to the touch of my lips.

I took my time, savouring the taste of her cunt. I licked and sucked her pussy lips, my tongue flicking over her sensitive skin around pussy. She moaned louder, her hands gripping the sheets as her hips bucked against me.

“You taste so good,” I whispered, my breath hot against her pussy. I continued to tease her, licking her slowly and deliberately, building her up with every stroke of my tongue. She was shaking now, her body quivering with need.

Her moans filled the room. I worked her harder, faster, my tongue moving in perfect rhythm with her body. Her hips lifted off the bed, her body arching as she came closer and closer to the edge. I could feel her muscles tightening. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged, her voice thick with desire. “I’m so close.” I stopped and slid my one finger inside her. I could feel her getting closer. Her body tensed, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. I increased the pressure of my finger and brought my tongue over her clit.

My tongue worked harder, faster, as her moans grew louder. Her hips bucked against me, and I could tell she was right on the edge. “You’re almost there,” I whispered. My fingers slid inside her, feeling the slick heat of her body. I curled them against her.

She cried out in pleasure, her body arching. I worked her with both my tongue and my fingers, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, her body tensed. She cried out as pressure was building inside her. I can feel her pussy wall clinching over my finger.

Her hands gripped the sheets as she trembled beneath me. Her pussy grinding against my mouth. I continued to lick her, drawing out her pleasure as long as I could. I kept going, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. Finally, with a cry of pleasure, she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves.

Her body trembled beneath me, her hands clutching the sheets. I licked her through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. She finally collapsed against the bed, panting and trembling. I moved up, kissing her stomach, her breasts, and her neck.

Finally, meeting her lips again in a slow, sensual kiss. I kissed her tenderly, savouring her lips’ taste once more. “You’re amazing,” she whispered, her eyes half-closed with satisfaction. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I smiled and said, “So are you,” I replied, kissing her again, my hand caressing her cheek. “That was just the beginning. There’s so much more I want to show you.”

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