I'm home alone, my husband is out, and I'm occupying myself the best way I know how - by finger fucking my desperate, horny pussy until I get so desperate I lose all control. And in a symbolic act, I decided what better way to break with my past repressed sexuality than to desecrate the symbol of marriage that has kept me tied up for years?
So I put on my wedding dress, and I spread my legs, and I fucking my insatiably horny pussy until I was about ready to burst. My clit was incredibly sensitive, my juices running all over my dress, which was hiked up around my thighs and waist to make room for my widespread legs, while I lay on the floor like a bitch in heat. And I thought...why not make it a double? So I retrieved my framed MD from its proud spot on the wall, stood above it, and sat on it. I rubbed my cunt against it, marking it as a useless symbol of achievement that I never deserved, and let loose a torrent of pussy juice as I orgasmed, forever cheapening both my marriage and my career in my ultimate pursuit of lust.
That prim and proper facade is a lie. I am a slut, first and foremost, and I'm reveling in that freedom.
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