My poor, poor husband. I didn’t send him another text for two hours! Paul’s massive and unbelievably rock hard cock pounded away at me and I lost all sense of right and wrong. Sometimes he would go hard and fast and sometimes he would drag the length of it maddeningly slow and deep. My electrified clit would spasm and my pussy contract and another gut-wrenching orgasm would shake my whole body. In my mind I only had room for that singular point of my body’s penetration and the waves of over-powering pleasure radiating from it. I felt every single rampant and pulsating inch of him. Somewhere lost in my haze I heard and felt him cum, flooding my married pussy with his bountiful seed, but remaining mostly hard and not stopping until he was fully erect and plunging even deeper into my well lubricated unfaithful cunt. I came again when he nudged in past my cervix and again when he erupted once more, this time filling my very deepest and most intimate womb. I was pinned by him. I was stabbed by his enormous manhood, rendered immobile and joyfully trapped. I submitted completely and gave my pussy, which was not truly mine to give, to Paul.