Twas the night...

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Twas a night to be horny...
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Some background info:
PC is her Purple Cock. She loves that toy!
CCTs are Cum Covered Tits. They are a major component in another story. Stay tuned...
And +'s are orgasms. She has a lot. More than we can count, so she just uses the shorthand "+" to let me know when, and how many times, she cums.


Twas a night in the suburbs
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring,
not even her spouse.

She went to her bedroom,
that quiet place for lovers,
took off her clothes
and slid under the covers.

She lay on her back
breasts soft and proud
and thought to herself
"I can't be too loud".

Purple cock in her hand
she opened her thighs
just one touch of that toy
and the room filled with sighs.

Visions of boyfriends
from the present and past,
their cocks big and hard
she knew she'd cum fast

Purple cock slid in gently
softly buzzing her song
The covers were off
it wouldn't be long.

Her curves now uncovered,
her knees opened wide
with a gasp of pure pleasure
PC was inside!

Brief thoughts of the family
slowed her for a bit,
she pulled that cock back,
then PC buzzed her clit.

All bets were off!
She needed to cum.
breasts bouncing about,
she felt PC hum.

She thought of her boyfriend
who slept in this room
and the bad, bad little wife
knew she'd cum soon.

She pictured his cock
so hard in his hand
when he jerked it for her
and came on demand.

Her movements grew frantic
her breathing was fast
The slutty blonde wife
just couldn't last

She wanted to scream
"I'm a slut, I'm a whore,
I'm such a bad wife,
I just need much more"

As she shuddered through +'s
and her body recovered,
she stroked her big boobs
and thought of them covered.

With a smile on her face
she recalled CCTs
and began making plans
to get some relief.

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