𖤐 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 open/𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥.

𖤐 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘜𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺.

𖤐 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢, 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢, 𝘝𝘪, 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯!

𖤐 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘜𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 + 𝘈𝘣𝘣𝘺!

𖤐 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺: 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯, 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦, 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨, 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.

𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳: 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘕𝘊 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

⋆♱ 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦 & 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘜𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

⋆♱ 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

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Nowadays she was little rough though that's the way she likes it and with everything she does for you, you don't want to complain if she pulls your hair to hard or spanks you hard enough to bruise. The small, hidden smiles that twitch at her lips the next day are always missed by you. She finds enjoyment watching you struggle to sit, never complaining about it.

Small, circular scars littered your forearms where Sevika puts out her cigarettes. She doesn't do it often, only when she's too tired to get put of bed to retrieve the ashtray. At first you offered to get up and get it for her, though she enjoyed cuddling you in bed way too much to let you up so she'd put it out on your skin. The next morning she'd always clean it up though and apologise, it was sweet how much she cared.

The Last Drop was off limits now too, it was too dangerous for you. That's what Sevika told you and you believed it, all she had ever done was to protect you. All those people she's punched and beaten, all those hits she's taken to save you. You owe it to her to listen, to keep safe.

Sevika prefers you at home, alone. 'Safe'. It makes her job a hell of a lot easier. Silco has been trying to get to your father for years, and now with you out of the picture and not hovering because you're too busy keeping yourself safe and Sevika happy it's easier for him to get to your father.

By the time Silco had what he needed and had killed your father, Sevika was bored. Bored with you and your mousey face. So she left, by the time you got home her things were gone from your apartment. When you tried to reach out to your friends they wouldn't answer, or if they did they didn't want to hear it- you'd ditched them, stopped hanging out with them for Sevika.

And now you were all alone.

"It's here again?" The sigh that huffs from Ambessa isn't one of annoyance, it's more of acceptance of the situation.

"I'm a she, not an it thank you very much." Sevika quips back quickly. Ever since you met Sevika, her and your wife always bickered and swapped insults. Genuinely they acted like they were the ones that were married, not you and Ambessa.

Dates nights were booked for three because Ambessa knew Sevika would tag along or simply show up, claiming she was bored and lonely and that if Ambessa wanted to steal her only friend she had to steal them both.

For somebody usually so stotic and smart, Sevika couldn't hide her crush to save her life. Watching her scramble for excuse after excuse was painful, though adorable.

"Are you okay with it watching the movie with us, dear?" As soon as Ambessa settles beside you on the couch you move to snuggle into her side, nodding against her chest.

"Yeah she can stay, I don't mind." Sevika watches the two of you with quiet envy, silently wishing it was her in Ambessa's arms. Wishing she was the one being held.

"It's a pity. I was planning on not actually watching this movie..." when Ambessa grips your thigh and hikes it up over her lap, the hardness in her crotch area is undeniable. She was planning on fucking you tonight.

Your wife never bothered to hide her desire and need for you, not infront of anybody. Sevika's jaw was tight, clenched so hard her teeth could chip as she watched on, longing to be the one Ambessa was whispering dirty things too...

"We could always give Sevika a show?" As you suggest the outlandish idea you trace shapes on bessa's abs, softening her up. "You know she's dying to see you in action, Bes."

A small thoughtful hum vibrates against you cheek as Ambessa agrees. "She does have an adorable little crush on me, doesn't she?"

During this whole conversation Sevima sat there silently, defiantly, fists clenched into balls as her cheeks flushed an undeniable shade of red.

"Definitely." You giggle quietly, kissing her cheek before dragging your lips to her ear. "Maybe you should show her what it's like to be owned by you..."

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"Come on now, open up for me. No acting shy now, love." From the couch you watch your wife practically haul Sevika onto her lap like she weighs nothing, which only makes it more arousing because Sevika isn't small and dainty, she's big and broad- just like your wife.

"I don't- this isn't-"

With a hand around Sevika's neck, she turn her head to the side to gain eye contact and control effortlessly. "If I check your panties you're telling me you won't be wet love? Should we check?" Immediately Sevika shakes her head weakly, submitting so easily.

Ambessa takes her time with Sevika kissing and nipping at her shoulder and neck until she finds that sweet spot that makes her shiver and whine needily. "There it is..."

As her mouth works Sevika's neck, marking her up her large hand work deftly to undress Sevika, all while you watch from the opposite couch, t-shirt first then her bra. Somehow you'd expected more of a fight from Sevika, though she was practically putty in your wife's hands. From her posture you could tell she was relaxed, slumped slightly and wiggling around in her lap with need.

Toying and pulling her nipples cruelly Ambessa earns herself a pathetic little whine from Sevika. "Please... please..."

"Please what love? Tell me what you want, what you need." Her hands slide down her chest, fingers brushing over the hardened nipples, sensitive to the touch from being played with until her hands reach her pant buttons.

"Maybe she needs some encouragement, bes." Sliding off the couch you crawl over to the opposite couch, pulling off her pants as Ambessa's hands return to Sevika's chest.

"Of course she does, brat couldn't behave if she tried." The sharp crack of bessa's hand connecting with Sevika's breast echoes through the room, a small almost pleasured sigh falling from Sevika's lips. So she does it again, and again, alternating between left and right.

As Ambessa punishes Sevika for not using her words, you pull her panties down her legs, offering them to your wife like a trophy. "You called it, baby. Utterly drenched."

Sevika flushes as Ambessa holds them up infront of her face, the stench of her arousal filling the room- there was absolutely no chance neither of you could smell them. "Not my fault you're both... weirdly kinky."

"Oh so... it's our fault hm? Help me out love, my hands are a little... preoccupied." Without a word you reach under Sevika to unbuckle her pants and pull them down, Ambessa's own excitement springing free and slapping against Sevika's heat.

"Think she can take it all bes? You've always been huge." Both women groan as you drag your tongue along them, sharing your tongue between Ambessa's cock and through Sevika's sopping folds.

"She will, I'll make it fit. You keep her nice and relaxed for me baby." With your hands you help line Ambessa up with Sevika's entrance then let her take over. Lapping at her clit, Sevika relaxes as bessa slides in, her girth splitting her opwn wider than ever before. "Ohhh my fucking god-"

The dual sensation of you both pleasuring her was something she never thought possible, let alone at the same time like this- and your wife was no less shocked, the feel of your tongue dragging along the underside vein of her cock each time she pulled out only to thrust back up harder was intoxicating.

The mixed taste of pre and Sevika's slick was moreish, you couldn't get enough. Each lick, lap and swirl of your tongue grew with eagerness, drinking down the evidence of arousal from them both.

Seeing Sevika between you two, falling apart and whining like a little bitch was getting Ambessa off, you would know. Her thrusts were already falter in pace, not speed though she was chasing that release. Everytime your tongue dragged over her clit, Sevika would tighten around her shaft practically milking her cock with each upward thurst.

No words were needed, not when Sevika was being so loud, her nails digging into bessa's thighs below, your hands holding her trembling thighs open as you work her upto the edge.

"Fuuuck oh god- oh I'm gonna-" With Ambessa's help you manage to keep Sevika's bulky thighs pinned open as you lick her through her orgasm, lapping up every drop that escapes around bessa's shaft pooling at the base.

"There she is... god you're pathetic." Your wife groans as Sevika tightens around her, prolonging her orgasm from the degradation. Not long after Ambessa follows, flooding Sevika's insides with her warmth. They both collapse backwards, Ambessa to the couch, Sevika to her chest. You kiss your way up Sevika's body until your face to face with her, sweaty and smiling weakly. "Pathetic but adorable. Look bes, she's so worn out. At least she's quiet like this."

"Indeed, maybe I'll have to fuck the bratiness out of her more often hm?" She chides teasingly as she runs her fingers through Sevika's hair- the woman already half asleep, body feeling like jelly after the whole ordeal.

"I'd be more than happy to help, baby." Before standing you give Ambessa a kiss over Sevika's shoulder then head off to the bathroom to run a bath. Maybe Sevika has always been a bigger part of your relationship than you realised...

The police had been over countless times, warning her to stay away from you. Couldn't you see that she loved you? That she needed you? Her obesession with you started small, leaving her apartment at the same time as you so that she could 'accidently' brush her hand against yours, feels that smooth skin that always smelled like chocolate and vanilla.

Then came the gifts, anonymous of course. Take out left outside your door on a Friday night after a long week. You work so hard you deserve to be spoiled. With you being so smart, you never ate it- in case it was laced with something. A trap. Sevika would never do that to you, ever. Though she could appreciate your safety measures, her girl was smart.

It was only when she set up the cameras in your apartment that she realised you weren't eating the food, that you were rejecting her love. But that's okay! You'll realise it eventually. For weeks she would watch you, learn your routine when you eat, shower, sleep.

She was ashamed of what she did to her porn mags... printing out pictures of you and cutting out your face to stick them on the bodies of the models... so she got the cameras to appreciate your real beauty! That's all it was. Appreciating you. Maybe, sometimes she touched herself watching you but that was only because she was ALWAYS watching you and everybody needs alone time right?

And at first she would force herself away from her laptop when you had alone time, until one day she couldn't walk away and she caved, watching you writhe and moan, squirming on your bed. Sevika knew she could do way better than that stupid purple dildo you use...

When you found the camera in your bedroom one day while cleaning that was when you called the police, who investigated for weeks before they found out it was Sevika. Your own neighbour. Out of the kindness of your own heart you chose not to press charges, you knew Sevika was a little weird sure and this behaviour was not okay!

So you shouted at her, screaming, reprimanding her for her actions and behaviour.. Sevika went home that night and made a mess of her sheets, remembering the touch of your finger jabbing her chest. The way your chest rose and fell, heaving with anger.

She'd remember that for a long time.

"Well ain't you a sight." Sevika sips on her whiskey which was now watered down, ice long melted.

"For a pretty penny you can see some more sugar. Got a room upstairs." Your natural instincts leans you forward, closer to the mysterious woman sat in the corner. "You new around here? I ain't seen you before."

The atmosphere upstairs was stuffier, not just from the heat imposing from outside but from your sweaty bodies pressed together, moving in sync. Plump thigh bracket Sevika's as you bounce and grind down on her shaft, rolling you hips in circles to hear those low groans she lets out. "Jesus christ almighty-"

With a half moan- half giggle you wrap your arms around her neck, scratching at her scalp. "He ain't gonna save ya from me sugar, I've got all night."

She knew it was a trap. Of course she did. A pretty thing like you putting on the performance of a lifetime, making her feel divine, like she's the only one in this godforsaken place that matters only to rinse her wallet dry once the night ended.

Yet she never stopped you.

No her hands squeeze at your hips as she guides you up and down, up and down. Your slick heat clenched around her shaft, the girth of it alone was bigger and better than anything these pathetic cowboys ever gave you. For once you were enjoying it too, and your body made sure Sevika knew it.

Her thighs, bulging with effort and restraint to not trust up into you glistened with sweat and the evidence of your arousal. Clear, sticky slick squelching each time your thighs connect with hers before lifting again. "How much is this gonna cost me huh? My life savings? Gotta fuck- gotta sell my soul just to cum in this perfect pussy?"

Her voice was shaky as she held back her release yet she was going to it like she was going to let go anyway. "For you? Free. Just don't tell my boss or he'll kill me."

And she knew it was true, men in these parts saw women like you as property, not living beings. Sold like cattle to be used up until the deem you unworthy then throw you out. If only there was a way she could keep you, right? The ranch was empty, she wouldn't have to cook, wouldn't have to clean... and she'd have a warm body to come home too.

Your boss would surely get rid of you if you became a mother... what a shame.

Sevika walks around with the confidence she absolutely should have, knowing she's packing a thick, heavy, fat, girthy cock in her pants. Snatched waist, hips that sway like she knows exactly how to use it. A natural advantage that destroys you in the most delicious way.

Her bulge almost always looks like she's aroused even when she's not. The moster tucked away but undeniably there, unable to hide the sheer size of it. And when she's a little chubbed up from watching you do... well anything? She can't hide it. Has to sit down for ten minutes.

From the early days of your relationship she set rules... disguised as being for you but if she was honest they're mostly for her. No kisses longer than a peck in public, she doesn't want to be walking around visibly excited when she know people would be able to tell. On top of that you're not allowed to wearanything too sexy or pretty for the exact same reason- not unless you're willing to let her take you to the bathroom to sort the issue you created.