His Second Wife by Favor V April

“Oh my God, it’s too painful; please, let’s use the bed,” the woman begged as the man shoved his cock deeper within her, causing her to whimper in pain.

“You don’t get to ask such things. That bed is only for someone special, not some fling.” The man said in between grunts and thrusts.

“Wait, someone walked in!” The woman said as she wanted to cover herself, but the man pinned her to the table, throwing a powerful thrust deep inside her.

“I know,” the man continued, “just open your legs and forget about what isn’t important to you.”

The woman in a short black dress regarded the man standing while fucking a woman on the table with an indifferent gaze. She took a big breath and slumped on the couch opposite the table, absorbing the thick smoke. She watched as the man’s cock thrust itself deeply into the naked woman, who was perched on the table. She watched as the woman mewled and whimpered while the man humped and grunted hard and fast, tossing his head back as he met the woman on the couch’s gaze.

“You’re late,” said the man.

“I can see.” She answered as she stared at the man, who seemed to be chasing after a release. The woman let forth a wry smile. The man hung one of the woman’s legs on his shoulder as he plunged deep into her, tossing his head back again as he drove towards his release. The woman in black smiled while the man winked at her. She inhaled the cigarette while crossing her legs. Rings of white smoke emitted from her lips. The man continued to fuck, paying no attention to the woman who was sitting and watching him bonk the one on top of the table. The man stopped bonking the woman and bent her on the desk, her hands clutching the table for dear life. The woman in the black dress watched as the man’s balls slapped against the woman’s folds. The man kept cocking his head in her direction.

problem.” The woman finally spoke, and the man continued to hump the other woman while she clung to

direction of the couch and locked gazes with the woman in a black dress. The woman smirked at him, her gaze fixed on his. The man’s gaze never left the woman in the black dress as he continued to

was fucking as he pulled out his cock out of her cunt. Butt naked, he headed to the minibar in the office. He made himself a drink and gulped down the hot

pressed his butt on the desk, still in his glory with a lazy look in his dark

another ring of smoke emerged from her mouth as she continued to puff on her cigarette. “Grayston Group

“I’m sure they’re pulling a fast

if the wife demanded the whole empire? Did you get to find out the identity

identity hidden; the girl is also an intelligent girl, but not so clever as to request the entire Grayston Empire,” he hissed, squeezing his face in frustration and drowning in another gulp of his drink. “Those fucking Graystons must be suspecting

start?” She

who bought their empire

so?” the woman asked, rubbing her temples with a heavy sigh. All around her was a

He grumbled, frustrated. “What is that old man up to?” he inquired,