I'd tell you to hush, but well, it doesn't really matter if he comes home. Oh, don't
worry about it, sweetheart. They don't make men like you around here anymore. I couldn't
help myself. I know that I was so forward when I saw you at the gym, but the way that
you dropped those squats, that gigantic weight, set the plates the way they bent at the burr
when you brought them to the ground, and the way your veins bulged from your muscles as
you stood back up. I got wet right then and there just watching you. The way you grunted,
the way you were sweat ran down your jawline. The way that even as your shirt comes off,
I can see just how gorgeous your arms are. I'm afraid, just a little bit, your cock must
be so huge if your muscles are anything to go by. Does it lift the way that you do? I'm
afraid I'll be crushed underneath the weight of all your muscles, but I can't stop myself.
I can't stop thinking about you. Yes, pin me down like that, overpower my weak, feminine
form. I don't care if he comes home. I don't care if that was the door. I need you. I need
you inside me. Yeah, your fingers barely fit, don't they? They're as muscular as the rest
of you. That stony gaze. You've had a million like me, haven't you? I'm just another whore
for your line-up. And that makes me want you even more. God, you're so incredibly sexy.
The testosterone is practically raining out of your pores. Your musk. Oh, the smell of
your cock as you bring it out. Oh, your musk. It's so enticing. I don't even know if I
could fit my mouth around that cock of yours. I don't think you're going to need any help
in the wetness department, love. God, your fingers barely fit. I don't know how I'm
going to squeeze that massive whore's cock inside of me. God, I'm getting even wetter
thinking about it, thinking about being stretched wide open, thinking about the way that you're
massive, powerful thrusts are going to tear into me. Oh, God, I need it, I need it right
now. Oh, fuck my puny husband. You know what, when you're done, maybe fuck him twice. Maybe
I want to see you tear into his tiny little asshole. God, he doesn't deserve me the way
that you do. I don't need him the way that I need you. Oh, God. Fuck. It hurts. It hurts
so good. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Rip me open. Rip me open while he watches the son of a cock.
Rip me open while he wonders what went wrong in his life. Yes. Oh, I want your superior
comment me. Oh, I want to have ripped, powerful young boys that he'll have to raise. I want
beautiful girls, beautiful girls who fall for men like you. Oh, God. Yes. Fill me up.
Oh, God, I'm dripping. How did you finish me so fast? Oh, you'll be back tomorrow after
the gym. I guess I'll meet you then.
