My breasts jiggled up and down as I rode Peter’s dick, “You like your wifey’s hot body, huh Peter?”
Peter groaned in response, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he grasped my hips, urging me to move faster.
"Well," I said, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as I rode him harder, "you've been with her for ten years. I guess you do."
His cock felt so hard inside me. I moaned, unable to hold back the sound as he hit a particularly sensitive spot within me.
"Oh! Fuck!" I gasped, my back arching in pleasure.
"You like that, Jacob?" Peter bit his lip.
“Yes… Oh, fuck me… Look at me, Peter. I’m just a little boy, Peter. In your hot wife’s body. You like this, don't you?" I asked coyly, grinding my hips harder against his, eliciting a low groan from him, "Fucking your friend's son? You pervert."
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside me like a tidal wave. I leaned forward, my hands braced on Peter's chest as I rode him harder and faster.
"You like that, Jacob?" Peter bit his lip, slowing his movements and pulling me down to kiss me deeply.
I couldn't help but respond to his kiss, my body trembling with need. As our tongues danced, my mind spun wildly. I was kissing my parents' friend's husband, and I liked it.
"You know," he said softly, "I'm going to miss this... us."
"Me too—Oh!" I moaned as we came together, my back arching. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as Peter's cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his warmth.
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