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At some point in life, almost everyone rebels against something. For children it may be their parents who become targets; for others it may be a spouse. For still others, it may be any number of people or institutions who are singled out for wrath and anger.
For Tiffany Wells, the young woman in this story, her husband becomes the target of her anger, a scapegoat for her continuing sexual frustration. What she doesn’t know, however, is that the man she needs doesn’t exist. Thus she soon finds herself looking everywhere for fulfillment, going deeper and deeper into a perverted tailspin that threatens to wreck her marriage and everything that is important to her.
Tiffany Wells pouted like a child as she stared at her gorgeous figure in the full-length mirror. Dark sensuous eyes studied the lush reflection of her naked body. Her large swollen tits jutted out proudly: two magnificent globes of creamy white flesh, capped by reddish-pink nipples.
“Mmmmmmm,” she sighed dreamily. She caressed the smooth firmness of her tits with the tips of her fingers. The nipples seemed to swell even larger. “Ooooooo, Ryan,” she purred, thinking of her husband. “Why aren’t you home to fuck me?”
Her flashing dark eyes widened as she skimmed her trembling hands down over the lush contour of her exquisite body. Her eyes dropped, feasted on the trimmed patch of black pussy hair that adorned her cunt. “How long, Ryan?” she murmured, the passion in her eyes reflecting her neglect. “Too long,” she answered as she rolled her hips lewdly. “Too fucking long.”
Her hands skimmed up her body, fingers combing through her lustrous black hair. The action lifted her pulpy tits, aimed the nipples hotly at her quivering reflection. A shudder skittered through her frustrated body.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.