Destiny_Brent
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She groaned her arms spread on the bed, her entire body straddled allowing him perfect access to her. Her face a picture of lust and desire as he looked over her, his eyes on hers as he thrusts over and over into her waiting depths.
His eyes watched the brute act of fucking as she closed her eyes taking in every inch of feeling she could milk from his pistoning meat.
"Oh.. Craig... God... "
She felt him pull out and a look of confusion graced her face as her eyes slowly opened, before she knew it she was looking into the pillow...
"Wha..."
Her voice was muffled, she heard his command, so like Armand, as he ordered her up. He'd always liked to be in control, and she had gladly submitted. As she remembered those weeks of love, lust, and romance she smiled.
The Jill at first shocked her, no more Mrs. Farrell, but for some reason the Jill was more comfortable. The Mrs. Farrell had been a constant reminder of who he was, what he was, but Jill... she hand't even know he knew her first name. But the relief swept over her, and the order became a thousand times easier to obey. She got up on shaky knees her face buried in the pillows softness.
As she felt his cock positioned, ready to delve into her again her eyes met those of her son. The image in her mind of him behind her morphed into him... and she felt an immediate disgust fill her as she tried to force the image from her mind. Shaking her head slightly forcing it from her, thinking of Craig... no he just sharpened it, her husband, Gideon was the spitting image him, she shook her head, Armand... at least he wasn't. He wasn't even close, his long flowing black hair she imagined him at her pussy, his cock about ready to force into her. She closed her eyes, blocking out the picture. But the eyes of her image never changed, Gideon's eyes stared at her from the image of Armand. She felt a cold chill to the very marrow of her bones.
His eyes watched the brute act of fucking as she closed her eyes taking in every inch of feeling she could milk from his pistoning meat.
"Oh.. Craig... God... "
She felt him pull out and a look of confusion graced her face as her eyes slowly opened, before she knew it she was looking into the pillow...
"Wha..."
Her voice was muffled, she heard his command, so like Armand, as he ordered her up. He'd always liked to be in control, and she had gladly submitted. As she remembered those weeks of love, lust, and romance she smiled.
The Jill at first shocked her, no more Mrs. Farrell, but for some reason the Jill was more comfortable. The Mrs. Farrell had been a constant reminder of who he was, what he was, but Jill... she hand't even know he knew her first name. But the relief swept over her, and the order became a thousand times easier to obey. She got up on shaky knees her face buried in the pillows softness.
As she felt his cock positioned, ready to delve into her again her eyes met those of her son. The image in her mind of him behind her morphed into him... and she felt an immediate disgust fill her as she tried to force the image from her mind. Shaking her head slightly forcing it from her, thinking of Craig... no he just sharpened it, her husband, Gideon was the spitting image him, she shook her head, Armand... at least he wasn't. He wasn't even close, his long flowing black hair she imagined him at her pussy, his cock about ready to force into her. She closed her eyes, blocking out the picture. But the eyes of her image never changed, Gideon's eyes stared at her from the image of Armand. She felt a cold chill to the very marrow of her bones.