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Buffy Summers. The object of every man’s fantasy and dream. The obsession of all the men she ever came across. Or even saw her. The want and need of a man’s penis. All they wanted was to feel her. Be inside of her. Fuck her until she screamed for more. But she was another story... She was known for her, reputation, you could say...something she used against every man she ever met. You see, all she did was meet the guy, fuck him, then leave the next morning if she wasn’t satisfied. She was never satisfied. With anyone. Until she met ‘the one’. The one man who changed a thousand lives. This man was Angel Roarke. He fell for her usual tricks, let her trick him into taking her over to his place and then there she fucked him. Or, in this case, he fucked her. Usually, we all would see her leave at dawn. But we didn’t see her for two more days. And people in Angel Roarke’s apartment complained. Because of the constant moaning and thumping against the walls. Because of the yells. Because of Buffy Summers. After that, things changed. Buffy Summers never saw another man again. The only person she was ever seen with was Angel Roarke. And they would only be seen together touching, groping, doing obscene things in front of other people. And they would always end up at his place one way or another, and then more complaints. But, always in secret. Because there was only one problem with the perfect scenario... She was married.
Buffy Summers sighed and moaned as the man on top of her rocked in and out of her, his penis rubbing against her vaginal walls as he tried to slide deeper within her. But she knew that wasn’t possible. At least not for him. He was towering over her, leaning down on his hands, his arms rigid as his hips worked on her. Buffy hiked her legs higher, her calves touching the sides of his ribs and her thighs resting on her soft breasts as she moaned. Buffy smiled as she forced his dick deeper within her, his hips going lower as she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned, her mouth agape as he settled in her. Sucking, wet sounds echoed through the room as she opened her eyes, focusing on the fuck above her. Closing her eyes again, she began gasping and moaning as she felt herself climbing higher to the place where she felt only the most immense pleasure. He was doing an okay job, she had to admit. At least he knew what he was doing, unlike some others. Buffy’s breath hitched as his hips began making a small thudding sound against her pelvis as she climbed higher. She felt her body begin shaking as it prepared for her orgasm. Buffy cried out when he slowed his pace increasingly. She had been so close to coming it made her want to strangle the man for stopping. Opening her eyes, she grit her teeth to see him smirking down at her, his face showing the fact that he wasn’t ready to come yet. An erotic sparkle in his eyes told her he wanted to play with her pussy, play with her mind and hormones. She practically growled in frustration as she realized she didn’t have all the time in the world. She had places to be. Other people to fuck. His pace grew slower and deeper yet, the man leaning down onto his elbows for better access to thrusting, forcing her legs to spread and go farther, it that was possible. She also ignored the fact that the act actually felt good. But Buffy didn’t pay any mind, her flexibility allowing it. All she wanted was to feel her release, feel her escape from the chaotic place she lived in. Buffy smiled as he started sucking on the skin of her throat and threw in a moan to make him think he was doing a good job, his hips still moving slowly. As he began building her up for what was sure to be an intense release, she felt annoyance tug at her insides. She wanted it now. She didn’t care what he wanted. This was her time. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him, surprising him when he slipped out of her and fell back onto the bed. "What the hell-" "Shutup," she demanded, rising up on the rough sheets he actually liked to sleep in. They looked like they had been with him for a long time and had seen the backs of many women. He glared at her, his eyes glazing with annoyance. He had wanted things to go his way. According to his rules. But no. It was her time. She had chosen him. He should be grateful. He began to sit up and move back to her, ready to push her back down and finish what they started, but she stopped him, pushing him back, her hand on his chest. "Stop." Buffy saw a dominant spark in his eyes and she fought down the urge to laugh. This was going to be good. He was used to being the user. Now he was the used. She licked her lips and stood up on her knees, coming face to face with him. Leaning in, she was mere centimeters away from his lips and her hands moved down her body, playing with her soft breasts. He watched them go down and felt his erection strain, her juices still glistening on the condom he wore in the little light in the room. She licked his lips and pushed him back when he tried to take control again. "Do you want me?" His eyebrows lifted in surprise and he nodded. "Hell yes." She blinked and her body began to sway in time to unheard music. "Do you want to fuck my body hard?" He nodded again. "Yes." "Do you want to make me come?" She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him roughly, her tongue rubbing him. He grabbed her hips, about to fuck her, but she turned around in his arms. He blinked rapidly, wondering what she was doing. She couldn’t... She leaned down onto her elbows and fixed her ass up in the air. She turned back to look at him. "Make me come, then." "Oh, yeah," he murmured, "I’ll make you come. I’ll fuck you nice and hard." Leaning forward, he thrust into her swiftly and Buffy cried out in pleasure and pain. She loved it when there was pain. He continued, her hips meeting his and her cries getting louder and louder with each thrust. Suddenly, she lost her balance and fell, her face hitting the pillow and her hips giving away. She cried out when he grabbed her hips and forced her to stay with him. She clamped her cheeks and he moaned, beginning to thrust faster. Her hand snaked underneath her body, finding her sex. She began rubbing her clit, moaning as it added to her pleasure. Using her thumb to continue her administrations, she slipped her middle finger into her channel, which was slick with her juices due to the erotic act. Slipping in another finger, she fingered herself and cried out when he got rougher. "Oh, God," she moaned. He had noticed her fingering herself and it turned him on that this woman took things into her own hands. Literally. He cried out as she tightened her hold on his dick. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, "Squeeze." "Harder," Buffy yelled, "Harder!" He obliged, hitting her ass with his hips as he leaned forward to drape her body with his. He hugged her waist and felt his balls tighten. "Fuck me!" Buffy yelled. With one last frenzied thrust, Buffy felt her orgasms hit her and she yelled collapsing onto the bed. A few seconds later, he joined her, his seed spilling into the condom he wore. He yelled out and fell over, his limp penis falling out of her and he lay panting next to her as she lay shuddering as another orgasm hit her, her fingers finally falling still. She laid there for what seemed only a minute until she got a hold of herself. Sitting up, she looked back at the man who had just screwed her ass. He was sleeping soundly, obviously content. She smiled to herself. Another satisfied. Looking at a digital clock that sat on his night stand, she read that it was four in the morning. She sighed as she stood up to find her clothes and get dressed. She had more than enough time to get home and get into to bed with her sleeping husband. She needed sleep. She was tired and she had to work tomorrow. Buffy Summers yawned and stretched, feeling a pleasant ache from her groin. But something was missing. She was hungry for something else. Something no man she had ever slept with could give her. They all had failed her high standards. She was looking for a guy that could make her scream his name and beg for more. All of the men she ever slept with made her feel that way for five minutes after fucking. None of them ever actually made her come back for more. Grabbing her purse, she strolled out of the guy’s apartment, not bothering to look back. He wasn’t important. None of them were. She knew deep down that she would find that certain guy. That guy that made her yearn for more. And a man to love.
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