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**My Hotwife Journey Pt 39** "I fucked a 21 year old twice and he lasted two minutes total" He’d been messaging me for a while. Polite, cheeky, and persistent in a way that actually made me smile. He was visiting from the States, just 21, and apparently already into the hotwife scene. I don’t usually jump for that kind of thing, but he was cute. Like really cute. And the more we chatted, the more curious I got. So I booked a hotel and told him to come see me. I had decided I would surprise him. When he opened that door I wanted him to see me in nothing but lingerie. I’m pregnant, but not too far along yet. Just enough of a bump to feel sexy and a little bit spoiled. He walked in and gave me this shy smile, but I could already feel the confidence under it. We kissed—he was a good kisser—and it didn’t take me long before I dropped to my knees. I pulled his cock out. He wasn’t huge. Actually, kind of small. But I don’t care about that. Honestly? I love sucking smaller cocks. You can take it all, deep throat it straight away. You know that nose to stomach feeling. I started sucking him, letting him fuck my mouth. Spit, throat, eye contact. The whole thing. About a minute in, he told me to stop. I pulled off and as I did he shot a stream of cum into my hair before immediately apologising. I just laughed. Told him it was fine. Honestly, I took it as a compliment. I gave him a moment, then started sucking him again. This time caressing his balls as I did. It didn’t take him long before he pushed me off. He said he needed a break. He had me lie on the bed and he went down on me and actually did a decent job…confident tongue, no hesitation, just good pressure and focus. Oh the joys of fucking a guy in his early 20s. After a couple of minutes he pulled his face away from my quivering clit and moved himself into position between my legs. He lifted my hips and slid into me. No asking. Just in and fucking me hard from the start. Continued in comments...

Published: May 21st 2025, 12:52:24 pm

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**My Hotwife Journey Pt 39** "I fucked a 21 year old twice and he lasted two minutes total" He’d been messaging me for a while. Polite, cheeky, and persistent in a way that actually made me smile. He was visiting from the States, just 21, and apparently already into the hotwife scene. I don’t usually jump for that kind of thing, but he was cute. Like really cute. And the more we chatted, the more curious I got. So I booked a hotel and told him to come see me. I had decided I would surprise him. When he opened that door I wanted him to see me in nothing but lingerie. I’m pregnant, but not too far along yet. Just enough of a bump to feel sexy and a little bit spoiled. He walked in and gave me this shy smile, but I could already feel the confidence under it. We kissed—he was a good kisser—and it didn’t take me long before I dropped to my knees. I pulled his cock out. He wasn’t huge. Actually, kind of small. But I don’t care about that. Honestly? I love sucking smaller cocks. You can take it all, deep throat it straight away. You know that nose to stomach feeling. I started sucking him, letting him fuck my mouth. Spit, throat, eye contact. The whole thing. About a minute in, he told me to stop. I pulled off and as I did he shot a stream of cum into my hair before immediately apologising. I just laughed. Told him it was fine. Honestly, I took it as a compliment. I gave him a moment, then started sucking him again. This time caressing his balls as I did. It didn’t take him long before he pushed me off. He said he needed a break. He had me lie on the bed and he went down on me and actually did a decent job…confident tongue, no hesitation, just good pressure and focus. Oh the joys of fucking a guy in his early 20s. After a couple of minutes he pulled his face away from my quivering clit and moved himself into position between my legs. He lifted my hips and slid into me. No asking. Just in and fucking me hard from the start. Continued in comments...

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***My Hotwife Journey Pt 38***
"Pregnant Cum Slut:The Messiest Wettest Fuck of My Life"
It was straight from the chaos of the kids' weekend sports—muddy shoes, forgotten water bottles, screaming in the car—straight into what I really needed.
A sitter was sorted.
The hotel was booked.
And my pussy? Already leaking.
I didn’t want wine. I didn’t want dinner.
I wanted cock.
I wanted cum.
I wanted to be bred. Again. And again.
My body has been in heat this entire pregnancy. My tits are swollen and tender. My pussy is soaked almost constantly. And the need to be filled—to feel it leaking out of me, running down my thighs, warm and heavy—has been driving me absolutely fucking wild.
So I didn’t waste time.
As soon as I got into the room, I stripped.
Out of my mum clothes, and into something more honest.
Black leather lingerie—tight, slick, barely able to hold my tits or stretch over my belly.
With a matching black thong  and a pussy dripping like a walking cum dump in heat.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile.
My belly round. My nipples hard. My thighs slick.
I looked like I’d been fucked already.
I was ready for cock.
And more than that—I was starving for cum.
Not a little. Not a polite fuck and a towel.
I wanted to be flooded.
I wanted it in my pussy. In my mouth. On my belly. On my tits.
I wanted to walk out of that hotel dripping and reeking of cock.
The knock came.
I opened the door—still barefoot, lingerie clinging to my curves, tits nearly spilling out, pussy glistening between my thighs.
He stepped inside. We didn’t waste any time. He pulled his long pants off and kissed me like I was already his.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, legs wide, cock already thick and heavy between them.

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***My Hotwife Journey Pt 38*** "Pregnant Cum Slut:The Messiest Wettest Fuck of My Life" It was straight from the chaos of the kids' weekend sports—muddy shoes, forgotten water bottles, screaming in the car—straight into what I really needed. A sitter was sorted. The hotel was booked. And my pussy? Already leaking. I didn’t want wine. I didn’t want dinner. I wanted cock. I wanted cum. I wanted to be bred. Again. And again. My body has been in heat this entire pregnancy. My tits are swollen and tender. My pussy is soaked almost constantly. And the need to be filled—to feel it leaking out of me, running down my thighs, warm and heavy—has been driving me absolutely fucking wild. So I didn’t waste time. As soon as I got into the room, I stripped. Out of my mum clothes, and into something more honest. Black leather lingerie—tight, slick, barely able to hold my tits or stretch over my belly. With a matching black thong and a pussy dripping like a walking cum dump in heat. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile. My belly round. My nipples hard. My thighs slick. I looked like I’d been fucked already. I was ready for cock. And more than that—I was starving for cum. Not a little. Not a polite fuck and a towel. I wanted to be flooded. I wanted it in my pussy. In my mouth. On my belly. On my tits. I wanted to walk out of that hotel dripping and reeking of cock. The knock came. I opened the door—still barefoot, lingerie clinging to my curves, tits nearly spilling out, pussy glistening between my thighs. He stepped inside. We didn’t waste any time. He pulled his long pants off and kissed me like I was already his. He sat down on the edge of the bed, legs wide, cock already thick and heavy between them. Continued in Comments...