[A Night of Debauchery]

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Tracy looked helplessly at the messy kitchen, old newspapers piled under a heap of leftover pumpkin sauce, and
dirty dishes stacked in the sink.

Bing and Tim were with their father in the yard, and she, as the mother, was once again forced to be the cheap,
temporary cleaner.

Sometimes, she even felt she had three sons, not two.

This weekend, her husband, Tom, was taking the sons back to New Zealand, and she couldn't go with them.

Actually, she didn't mind taking care of her two perpetually immature sons and the lazy bum in the house.

But Tom preferred to leave the sons with their grandparents rather than let them spend more time with
their mother. The infuriating thing was that she had already promised Tom that until he finished college,
the children would be cared for by their grandparents in the countryside, which was far safer than by their parents in their working-class apartment.

Tracy found a well-paying job in Manhattan. Although she never wanted to
be a working woman, she had to accept it for the sake of livelihood and to support her
husband, who was thirty years old and had decided to go back to college to get his degree.

Tom was very handsome; this made her suspect that her lazy husband, who slept in every day, was only going to
school to be surrounded by young female college students.

At thirty-two, she was still a very charming woman, but sometimes she really had to admit that time waits for no
one. She didn't want to be a haggard housewife, she really didn't. She also needed to be praised, but unfortunately, lately
she was facing her husband's neglect and her increasingly distant relationship with her children. What angered her the most was that
Tom driving the new sports car she had bought, had repeatedly formed so-called "discussion groups" with female college students,
discussing until they didn't come home until late at night.

As Tracy disgustedly wrapped the newspaper containing the stinky pumpkin sauce and threw it into the trash can, she looked out the kitchen
window and saw Tom happily playing with the two children, setting off fireworks. Suddenly,
she felt neglected, perhaps no longer a member of the family. That weekend, the three
men would be going to her grandparents' villa to celebrate the holidays, while she would be forced to stay home alone, weeping
.

Tracy wasn't a pessimistic woman, so after cleaning up, she immediately banished her
reverie and went to the yard to join the boys' party.

When Tom saw Tracy, he gave his wife a big hug, which made her long-dormant
body heat up. Tom hadn't touched her for over a month, and she herself
worked more than fifty-two hours a week. Even when she finally found free time, Tom was either in meetings with his hateful "discussion group"
or studying late into the night. The lack of sexual intimacy made her mature body increasingly thirsty, uncontrollably so.

After the party, after putting the children to bed, when Tracy went to their small bedroom, Tom was already
fast asleep.

**********

...

Seeing Kara's smile, Tracy broke down, pouring out all the grievances she had recently suffered in her family. After Tracy vented all her anger, her suspicions about her husband, and the emotional hurt, Kara simply gently brushed a strand of hair aside and gazed at her thoughtfully. 　　"Don't worry about it, men are all like that. Heard of the seven-year itch? It's bound to happen sooner or later… Well, by the way, I have a ticket to the Bressa masquerade ball; I can't help you with the children's problems, but I certainly won't let you be home alone tonight." 　　"Oh, Kara, thank you so much, but I really don't want to trouble you," Tracy said, even feeling the bitterness in her voice. 　　"No, darling, it's not trouble at all, and I need company too," Kara winked . 　　“But… I don’t have a costume for the masquerade ball…” 　　“Don’t worry about that, leave everything to me. Just finish your work today, go home and take a nice, fragrant bath… Oh, by the way, you still live in the Auckland area, right?” 　　“Yes, apartment 216.” 　　“That’s good. I’ll probably arrive at your place around 6 PM with the costume, and we can change at your apartment. We have plenty of time, don’t worry.” 　　“Thanks, Kara, I really don’t want to spend tonight alone.” 　　“Hehe, it’s too early to thank me, darling, the night hasn’t even started yet~” Kara teased , leaving Trish’s office. 　　Trish quickly finished her work and went home. She took a long bath, carefully shaving the hair on her thighs and arms, and also tidying up the tangled hair on her pubic area. In fact, Tom had long wanted to try something different with Tracy—shaving her pubic hair was one of them. She was doing it now partly out of spite, especially since Tom was no longer sexually interested in her body. 　　After her bath, Tracy dried herself with a large towel and then did some body care, applying a moisturizing cream to her perfectly shaved areas. She felt an unprecedented comfort; the coolness of her bare labia exposed to the air gave her an urge to masturbate vigorously. With 　　everything ready, Tracy made herself a cup of fragrant coffee, and just as she was about to sit down…

The doorbell rang just then, and she quickly opened the door for Kara, who was carrying a large cardboard box.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Hmm, could I have something stimulating? I'm exhausted," the tall woman said,
collapsing onto the sofa.

"Irish coffee, please?"

"Oh, my favorite!"

Tracy entered the living room with a freshly brewed coffee. She looked at her boss lounging on the sofa: Kara
looked almost unrecognizable, completely different from her usual dignified self. Tonight, Kara was
incredibly sexy; her figure was extremely voluptuous and tall, with a beautiful, angular face. Wavy curls cascaded over her shoulders
, perfectly complementing her face and those captivating dark green eyes. Kara seemed quite tired,
her face slightly pale, and she lay there lazily, motionless.

"Kara, you're tired. Are you sure you still have the energy tonight?" Tracy asked.

“I’m fine. What I need now is a good shower. Can I use the bathroom for a bit?” Kara
picked up her coffee and took a sip. “If I could have another cup of this delicious stuff, I believe I would feel even more comfortable
.”

Trish smiled and went back to the kitchen to refill her beautiful boss’s cup. At that moment, Kara opened a cardboard box, took out some
clothes, and disappeared into Trish’s bedroom bathroom. As the coffee was brewing, the sound of a shower
came from the bedroom. Trish tiptoed to the bedroom door, and when she confirmed that Kara was still in the bathroom, she
gently pushed open the door and placed the coffee cup on the dressing table. When Trish turned around, Kara
stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her head, completely naked.

Trish immediately blushed, quickly averted her gaze, and apologized profusely. But Kara seemed unconcerned,
walked towards Trish, picked up the coffee from the dressing table, took a big gulp, and then began to dry her damp
hair. A strange feeling welled up inside Tracy; along with shyness, she felt a strange
excitement .

Tracy knew she should avoid the situation, but driven by curiosity, she had no
intention . She boldly raised her head to scrutinize Kara: naked Kara's alluring body appeared even more slender and
delicate. She was so thin, her ribs clearly visible. She had broad shoulders, a stark contrast to her small
yet remarkably firm breasts. Kara's long, shapely legs, and
the thick entire vulva.

Snapping out of her rude stare, Tracy blushed again with embarrassment, but Kara remained
unfazed, sipping her coffee.

"Tracy, what's wrong?" Kara asked, wiping the water from her chest, then wrapping a towel around
her body . Trish noticed Kara's eyes brighten after her shower.

"It's nothing," Trish replied awkwardly.

"Well, I don't mind you staying here, but I need to change," Kara said.

Trish nodded shyly and left the bedroom.

Back in the living room, Trish collapsed onto the sofa, wondering what was wrong with her.
A short while later, Kara, now dressed, emerged from the bedroom with an
air of nonchalance. Trish turned to look at her and gasped

. Kara wore an Italian silk suit that perfectly complemented her tall figure, making her shoulders appear even
broader . She wore polished, high-quality leather shoes,
a stylish top hat perched on her head, and a realistic-looking pistol at her waist.

"The mafia?" Trish asked.

"Something like that," Kara replied with a smile.

At this moment, Kara appeared incredibly handsome in Trish's eyes, and a familiar yet strange excitement surged through
her body . She vaguely felt a growing heat below her stomach, as if an unknown lust was burning within her. She
then recalled that her female boss, dressed as a man, looked remarkably like her college roommate—
Liji. She began to recall her two-year-long "special relationship" with Liji during their university years.
Unable to .

"If you're playing the role of a mafia boss, then what am I playing?" Trish asked
again .

"My mistress, of course," Kara said with a smile, pointing to a cardboard box in the living room.

Trish opened the box and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh!" She took out a black silk evening
gown , which, when worn, not only exposed her entire back but also featured a large
slit down to her buttocks, making it extremely sexy and revealing. Next, she took out a cloche hat, a fiery red wig, a pair of
tight-fitting trousers, a pair of black high heels, and a fake decorative pistol strapped to her inner thigh. Tracy
giggled like a young girl and ran into the bedroom to change.

The silk gown clung smoothly to her skin, the fabric of the lantern-shaped petticoat occasionally rubbing against Tracy's bare mons
pubis, giving her a peculiar sensation. Except for the slightly tight fit
around her chest and hips, the gown fit Tracy quite well, and her exposed white back felt cool against her skin. Tracy looked in the mirror,
where she saw a stunning woman with ample breasts and a shapely bottom. She deliberately flipped up the slit in her evening gown, revealing
long, straight legs, a black decorative pistol strapped to her right thigh.

Tracy struck a seductive pose in the mirror, a seductive yet decadent allure;
she felt wonderful looking at herself, a satisfied smile on her face. This outfit made her feel as if she had returned to
her youth ; the evening gown perfectly accentuated her figure, a figure that would absolutely arouse lust in any man.

When Tracy returned to the living room in this attire, Kara showered her with undisguised admiration and
praise.

"You look absolutely gorgeous!" Kara exclaimed.

She took out a string of pearls that looked quite expensive and placed it around Tracy's neck. She stepped back, admiringly
looking at her, then smiled and said, "It suits you very well... much more perfect now." With that, Kara, imitating
a gentleman, extended her arm and said with a smile, "Let's go!"

"Wait a moment." Tracy ran back to the bedroom and retrieved an eyebrow pencil. Kara
looked at .

“Don’t move around!” Tracy said, carefully drawing two black fake mustaches on Kara’s smooth
skin . After finishing, Tracy happily took Kara’s arm. “Okay,
let’s go!”

The two walked hand-in-hand to the parking lot.
When Mr. Wilson, the old man from the apartment next door, saw them, he gave a strange look, but when he remembered it was Halloween, he smiled
kindly and gave a

thumbs -up.

The costume party was even wilder and more fun than Tracy had expected; she and Kara played until midnight. Tracy had a great
time, watching with great interest as her usually serious colleagues dressed up as all sorts of bizarre characters:

Don Darlins, a conservative and stubborn man from the accounting department, dressed as Dionysus, getting everyone
around him, including himself, completely drunk; Susan from the shipping department… Clark, dressed as a beautiful
Spanish dancer, and her husband as the Blue-Faced Hero; Czech Star, a gentle and quiet gentleman,
sacrificed his dignity tonight, dressing up as a prostitute with a painted face, while his petite wife dressed as
a lewd .

Among the groups of witches, vampires, and monsters were contemporary rock stars,
movie stars , and even gorillas. Everyone was having a great time. Tracy secretly reflected that
perhaps she should also make friends and interact with these unfamiliar colleagues. Seeing their
enthusiasm, Tracy couldn't help but feel embarrassed about her usual indifference.

Kara didn't drink as much as everyone else; she seemed to be enjoying the party
atmosphere more, sitting quietly in a corner, sipping her wine and smiling as she watched her employees revel. In contrast
, Tracy seemed to have drunk too much. When she sobered up a bit, she realized that she had been taken advantage of by Bill. Birkin,
a salesman at the company, dragged her to a dark corner of the bar and began groping her.

Tracy struggled weakly, swaying from side to side. She didn't want to betray her husband, Tom, but Bill's
large hands on her body felt wonderful, especially when he caressed her buttocks; when Bill began kissing
Tracy's neck, she almost stopped struggling.

"You son of a bitch!" Kara suddenly appeared, screaming angrily. Tracy blushed and lowered her head,
feeling a strange sense of guilt. Bill stopped his groping, looking at
his . All eyes turned to the three men, and the ball fell silent instantly.

"How dare you touch my woman? You're a disgusting rat!" Kara roared in her most
vicious tone. Bill didn't dare reply, raising his hands and pretending to be a gentleman as he climbed off Tracy,
regretting seducing her, a married woman who was his boss's close friend.

“Tonight, you’ll sleep with that rotten fish,” Kara declared, aiming the pistol at Bill from her waist.

The crowd at the ball began to jeer, and Kara mercilessly fired a BB gun at Bill’s unsuspecting stomach, which was exposed as his arms
were raised high . With a “thud,” Bill clutched his stomach and fell backward in pain. Kara
helped Trish back to her table, giving her a cold look at the men present and stylishly taking a
puff of her cigar. “Thank you,” Trish whispered to Kara

as everyone’s attention shifted from the earlier commotion and the bar returned to its usual chatter . 　　“No problem, no man can touch my best friend,” Kara said, kicking the corner of the table with her foot. 　　“No, really, I’m so grateful to you. I almost did something irreversible!” Trish said honestly, feeling ashamed of her own lewd body reacting to Bill’s caresses. 　　"Hehe, the night is still long," Kara chuckled nonchalantly. 　　Trish looked at Kara's beautiful smile, puzzled. 　　　　　　　　　　　************ 　　The car stopped on the street in front of Trish's apartment. Trish was giggling and playing with the pearl necklace ; Kara turned the car lock, switched off the lights, and a beeping sound followed the engine stopping. 　　"Thank you for spending the night with me, I really enjoyed it," Kara said sincerely. 　　"Aren't you going home now?" 　　"Honey, it's past midnight, and we both have to go to work tomorrow!" 　　"So what? Stay at my place tonight, and we can go to work together tomorrow morning. My place is close to the company anyway, " Trish urged. 　　Drunk, Trish felt dizzy; she probably wouldn't be able to climb the stairs to her apartment like this. 　　Fortunately, this didn't affect her current happy mood, and she knew that if she went back to , she would feel lost again… 　　“Ciri, I really don't want to bother you…” Kara said. The drunken Trish didn't notice the slightly unnatural tone in Kara's reply . 　　“Don't be shy, come with me~” Trish said. 　　Kara smiled and followed her into the apartment. 　　Back in the room, Trish poured herself and Kara each a glass of wine, then turned on the TV. The two sat on the sofa watching an unknown horror movie that was playing that night. Trish's body subconsciously moved closer and closer to Kara until Kara reached out, wrapped her arm around Trish's neck and put her arm around her shoulder. Trish automatically shrank into Kara's embrace, but her attention remained fixed on the TV—Trish had always had a love-hate relationship with horror movies. 　　Kara's hand, which had been wrapped around Tracy's shoulder, unconsciously moved to Tracy's breasts. Tracy felt a jolt, quickly suppressing her wild thoughts—it had been so long since anyone had made any suggestive move towards her . Bill's indecent act tonight was like a refreshing rain , igniting her lustful nature. 　　As Tracy felt Kara's increasingly hot skin, she knew something was about to happen; knowing happening, but when Kara's hand on her breasts began to tremble restlessly, her fingers lightly gliding over her erect nipples through her clothes, Tracy couldn't help but moan. 　　Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Tracy was struggling internally, maintaining her last shred of rationality while simultaneously enjoying the physical pleasure; like in an old 1960s movie, the left...

A seductive devil stands on one shoulder, a repentant angel on the other—

"I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"I can't betray Tom."

"Fuck him! Tom's completely uninterested in your body now! He's chasing young
asses in college. Is that fair to you? On the contrary, Kara treats you like gold. Can you
really bear to hurt her?"

"But…I'm not lesbian!"

"Oh, have you forgotten your college roommate?"

"I was young and naive back then."

"Your roommate was too!"

"Okay…but I don't do that stuff anymore!"

"You don't now, but…Kara definitely makes you feel something, doesn't she?"

"But…"

"No buts! You're young, sexy, alluring, and slutty. You know you attract
her, and you know she wants you. Stop pretending, enjoy life! God, you're
only thirty-two, not eighty-two!!"

"I don't know what to do…"

“Just leave it to her, you just need to relax and follow your instincts!”

At that moment, time seemed to move on again, and Tracy's thoughts returned to reality. She felt Kara boldly
squeezing and kneading her breasts. When Kara's kneading motion caused the silk fabric to rub against the
sensitive , Tracy trembled.

“How does it feel?” Kara asked.

“Great,” Tracy replied.

“Should I stop?”

“No,” Tracy answered very softly. Deep down, Tracy knew she might
regret what was happening tonight, but right now, her physical needs and the demon within her were far stronger than any angel
.

Kara gently kneaded Tracy's breasts again, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“My God, you have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen in my life! These are God’s masterpiece!
Ever since you came to the company, I’ve been dreaming about them every night.”

“Really?” Trish asked, secretly delighted by the compliment, the small
flame of desire within her gradually burning into a raging fire.

“Yes! I swear!” Kara reached out and mischievously poked her index finger hard into
the nipple The slightly hard protrusion sank into the soft, elastic flesh, the slight pain and strange
pleasure making Trish moan even louder.

The tall woman’s lips kissed Trish’s fragrant neck repeatedly, gradually climbing upwards, finally stopping at her
ear. Trish murmured, Kara’s tongue restlessly swirling around her ear, playfully nibbling at
her cute earlobe, while Kara’s hand drew circles on Trish’s nipple. Waves of pleasure washed
over her, leaving Tracy trembling with pleasure.

"Why me?" Tracy asked, then gave a shy smile, realizing she'd
only asked the question to get more compliments from Kara. Tracy couldn't remember...
how long it had been since that idiot Tom had called her sexy.

“Cecilia, you know, you’re fucking a sex goddess. I still can’t believe I’m
holding you in my arms… I dare say, at this moment, every man, and even every woman, in the company wishes they could
be the one holding you instead of me. You’ve always been so old-fashioned and conservative; honestly, I never imagined you
could be bisexual.”

“I never thought you would like women either.”

“I know, you can be as oblivious as a block of wood sometimes. For the past few months, I’ve been
hinting at things . When I heard Tom was leaving you alone this weekend, I couldn’t believe it; and you actually
agreed to come with me to the masquerade ball. I had to go to the women’s restroom to masturbate. Even now, I
still feel like I’m dreaming about my good fortune.”

Kara boldly confessed to her, “Seeing you in the evening gown I specially prepared for you, I decided to
give you a try! Now, relax, I’ll make you feel comfortable.” After saying that, Kara hugged Trish tightly, and
their lips touched.

At first, Tracy hesitated, maintaining a degree of awareness. But Kara's kiss was so aggressive
that by the time Tracy came to her senses, Kara's tongue had already parted her slightly closed lips, stubbornly and forcefully sucking on
Tracy's tongue. Kara's incredibly strong embrace made Tracy feel comfortable, and she finally abandoned all hesitation, striving
to respond to Kara's kiss. The two women began exchanging saliva.

Kara's tongue was soft, unlike Tom's rough one; her tongue was very sensitive, and Tracy realized that this
was the first time she had ever kissed someone so loudly. Kara slowly withdrew her tongue from Tracy's mouth, simultaneously
guiding Tracy's small tongue into her own; Kara's lips tasted sweet and fragrant, with a rich
aroma .

Tracy clung to Kara's shoulder, while her beautiful boss found the zipper of her evening gown and
pulled it down. Kara then parted their lips, pulling Trish's evening gown down to her waist,
leaving Trish's upper body completely naked before Kara. Throughout this process, Kara's gaze remained fixed on
the exposed full breasts. Her hands trembled as she slowly and gently touched the pair of ruby-like breasts,
kneading and squeezing the supple flesh, just as she had done earlier.

Trish leaned back slightly, thrusting her chest forward, making her breasts even more prominent in front of Kara.
Looking at Kara's infatuated gaze, Trish chuckled softly. She couldn't help but ask herself, "How long has it been since
someone looked at me like that?"

Kara buried her head in Trish's ample breasts, gradually moving inward, slowly kissing around the edges of her breasts.
When her lips touched the nipples, she naturally sucked hard, her tongue teasing them in various ways.

Trish moaned, her hands unconsciously tangling in Kara's glossy wavy hair. No one had ever
put so much thought and teasing into those breasts before. Kara's tongue felt so wonderful, like silk
gauze constantly rubbing against the sensitive flesh.

“Yes!” Trish cried out as Kara’s teeth ground against her engorged nipples. Each time
her beautiful boss closed her mouth and gently bit her nipple, Trish felt a subtle, electric pleasure
coursing through her body from the tip, like a
pebble creating ripples. Kara’s hands remained gently kneading her breasts throughout,
the contrast between tender caresses and aggressive biting sending shivers of lust through Trish. Trish

’s buttocks, perched on Kara’s lap, swayed automatically. Through
the friction between her bare labia and the silk gauze, Trish knew she was already overflowing with desire, utterly soaked.

After a long while, Kara continued to tease her breasts, pushing her sensitive nipples to
the brink of orgasm, all the way to her vagina. Tracy knew she was about to climax. Her nipples were definitely one of her erogenous zones, but
she had never imagined that one day someone would play with her breasts until she reached orgasm.

"Ahhhhhh!!" Tracy cried out in disbelief.

The orgasm finally arrived, waves of intense pleasure emanating from within, spreading throughout her trembling,
naked body. Unlike any other orgasm she had experienced, this one wasn't fierce, but rather
a languid pleasure and a sense of intoxicating bliss… As the last surge gently receded, Tracy
awoke , letting out a soft, lingering sigh.

Kara stopped sucking on her nipple and slowly raised her head to look into Tracy's eyes. Those deep, dark green eyes
conveyed a straightforward, unreserved love, tinged with a strong, aggressive carnal desire.
After , Tracy looked back into Kara's eyes, momentarily captivated by the intense provocation in her gaze.

Kara pushed Tracy down onto the sofa, her mysterious eyes blatantly burning with desire. Kara's
lower body was buried between Tracy's parted legs, and she lowered her head to kiss Tracy's lips, reaching down to unbutton
the remaining buttons on Tracy's evening gown, which had been pulled down to her waist.

Kara guided Tracy to lower her chest, while simultaneously supporting Tracy's thigh with one hand. Tracy knew Kara wanted
her to lift her hips so she could remove the entire evening gown. The businesswoman slowly pulled the evening gown, along with
the petticoat underneath, from her buttocks down to her knees, and Tracy obediently raised her hips. The removed evening
gown was thrown to the floor by Kara; Tracy was naked, except for the stockings and high heels on her beautiful legs
.

Tracy felt shy because Kara was staring intently at her bare genitals. The thrill of being voyeur
made her feel hot, even though she desperately wanted to explain why her garden was barren. Then, Kara
lowered herself and lunged at Tracy's crotch.

Tom wasn't particularly fond of giving his wife oral sex. For him, oral sex was at most a few kisses on the genitals,
or parting the labia to tease the most sensitive clitoris.

Tracy was surprised, as she hadn't been prepared for Kara's agile mouth and terrifying tongue skills on her mons pubis. Kara
first tentatively touched her labia with her small tongue, then began
a frenzied licking and sucking. Her hairless vulva was more sensitive than usual; Tracy moaned,
cried out , and gasped, lost in the paradise of pleasure Kara was bringing her.

Kara slowly inserted two long, slender fingers into Tracy's vagina, the incredibly pleasurable
insertion causing the soft, wet walls of her vagina to clench tightly.

"Oh my god!" Tracy groaned, another explosive orgasm washing over her. She felt
the blood in her veins burning; all the muscles in her body almost came together tightly, then separated
, as if drowning in pleasure, separating and coming together. Her beautiful buttocks rose high, forcing Kara to raise her head
as , her fingers inserted into her vagina gripped tightly by the trembling flesh of her orgasm.

Who can calculate the duration of an orgasm? It lasts at most a few seconds. In those few seconds, Tracy felt her
body, her thoughts, her world, all controlled by an unbearable, frenzied pleasure. When everything
came to a standstill, she could only feel her rapid heartbeat and hear her heavy breathing. Her senses and hearing were
separate; she felt as if she had become an outsider, watching her own body perform a wanton act.

Trish opened her teary eyes and saw Kara's fingers still inside her vagina, only now
they were moving gently and slowly back and forth.

"This is so wonderful!" she exclaimed.

"Heh~ It's Halloween today, so this counts as a 'trick of treat';
I've already received my treat, are you ready for yours?" Kara said, and Trish
's breathing finally returned to normal.

"I think I've had enough," Trish replied, giving a gentle smile.

Kara smiled, climbed off Trish, and then unzipped her trousers in front of her.

“No, that was my reward just now, now it’s your turn~” Kara reached out and slipped her hand through the zipper
opening between her legs, then pulled out a double-headed vibrator attached to her panties, piercing through both of her bodies; it
was flesh-colored, with a glans the size of an egg, and the shaft was covered with realistically realistic veins. Its terrifying length
and thickness were definitely more frightening than her husband’s penis.

“Oh my god!” Trish suddenly exclaimed.

Kara climbed back onto the sofa, kneeling on top of Trish, who was lying down, looking down at her. “Do you like my
baby?” she asked, pulling Trish’s hand to the thick, long rod.

When Trish’s hand touched the rod, out of habit, she began to rub the tip automatically; this
terrifying thing was so thick that Trish found her fingers could barely encircle it.

“It’s beautiful, but… I didn’t think you’d have the chance to use it.”

“Indeed not, but I’ve always hoped to have the opportunity to possess your body today, so I
prepared …” Kara explained, while enjoying Trish’s services, “I said I would make you feel good.”

“You’ve already made me very happy!” Trish said softly, satisfied with Kara’s previous performance
. This large thing captured Trish’s entire attention; she imagined
how comfortable it would feel to insert it into her body. Desire reignited in her body after the climax; Trish could hardly believe what tonight…
She was so wanton… Usually, after such an orgasm, she should have been exhausted and asleep long ago.

“You haven’t had enough yet,” Kara said, then with a groan, she gripped the vibrator and began
rubbing it up and down against her still-wet labia.

“Oh…aren’t you going to take your pants off?”

“Hmm, no, don’t you think this is more exciting?”

“Yes.” Tracy groaned, the glans of the vibrator slightly parting her labia.

“Just call me Scarface, my personal whore!” Kara whispered in Tracy’s ear.

Tracy took a deep breath, the huge glans pressing against the entrance of her vagina. Her eyes were closed
, but she could still clearly feel Kara adjusting her position for penetration, the vibrator bringing her
a strange sense of excitement.

At first, her vagina was tightly closed, resisting the insertion of something so large. But as the pleasure intensified,
the stubborn vaginal muscles were finally conquered by the pleasure and gradually relaxed. In the next instant, the large
glans finally invaded Trish's vagina. The entire huge rod, aided by her vaginal fluids, slid into her vagina,
pressing deeply inside.

"Oh~~"

"Is it too big?" Kara asked worriedly.

Trish shook her head. It felt amazing. She felt herself being stretched open,
filled .

"No, take it slow." The married woman moaned beneath the beautiful boss. Her eyes
were closed, her hands intertwined with Kara's. Trish's body was tense, while Kara gently swayed her
hips, carefully exploring Trish's tight vagina.

Pleasure surged through her flesh. Trish clearly felt the veins bulging on the vibrator, the huge glans pressing
against her G-spot, which no one had ever touched before.

“It’s all in,” Kara announced triumphantly.

“Ohhhhhh,” Tracy murmured, her moans rising and falling with the slow thrusting of the vibrator.

“Can you take it slow?” Tracy pleaded, the overwhelming pleasure eroding her reason.

Kara nodded, then cupped Tracy’s soft, white buttocks and began to slowly use the vibrator in piston-like
motions. After a few thrusts at the vaginal opening, followed by a deep penetration into the uterus, Kara skillfully
used a nine-shallow-one-deep technique to tease Tracy’s sensitive nerves; when she realized her movements no longer
hurt her lover, Kara gradually increased the speed and force of the thrusts.

Tracy groaned, screaming with each powerful penetration, her sexy, beautiful
body responding to Kara’s movements, consciously raising her buttocks to intensify the pleasure.

Although the piston-like movements were much more intense than at the beginning, she remained cautious. Tracy realized that
while she was experiencing the best sex of her life, Kara was being too gentle, afraid of hurting her, and thus
unable to fully enjoy the sex.

"Fuck me~ baby~! Oh~ fuck me hard!!~~" Tracy moaned, her alluring eyes
giving Kara the best encouragement. Kara smiled knowingly and began to thrust her hips with all her might,
roughly and wildly fucking the beauty beneath her.

For Tracy, the pleasure of this sex far exceeded her imagination;
she had never felt so happy during sex before. Soon after, the only sounds in the small apartment were
the slapping of bodies against each other and the ever-present television—the sinister laughter of a mad scientist from a horror movie
became the background music for this sex.

As her climax approached, Kara's thrusts became even wilder, while Tracy was also facing her
third climax of the night; with a powerful thrust, Kara's penis was deeply buried in Tracy's uterus, the two of them tightly
embracing each other, trembling incessantly.

"Fuck!~~" she screamed lewdly.

Afterwards, the two rolled onto the floor, leaning against each other and lying down. Kara played with Tracy's hair with satisfaction, and
when Tracy came to her senses from the climax, Kara's beautiful dark green eyes gave her a sense of peace; the vibrator remained inserted in Tracy's 　　vagina, connecting
the two of them, their sensitive bodies enjoying the occasional
pleasure .

"This is much more exciting than watching a horror movie, isn't it~" Kara said with a smile.

********** ... 　　For an entire day, the two lustful beasts, driven mad by their affair, made love relentlessly in Trish's small apartment. Kara initially took the lead, but the experienced Trish, with her own lustful nature awakened, also provided Kara with surprising and delightful sexual experiences. They tried various positions and techniques: anal sex, oral sex, enemas, genital rubbing—leaving traces of their lovemaking everywhere—in the living room, bedroom, dining room, and bathroom . 　　Kara reluctantly left Trish's apartment early Sunday morning; and when Tom returned shortly after with the two children, Trish had already washed away all traces of their lovemaking in the bathroom, sitting leisurely in the living room, savoring her second cup of delicious cappuccino. 　　Tom kissed Trish's cheek, made himself a cup, while the children argued over which bag of candy was theirs. 　　None of that mattered anymore. Having listened to the children's bickering enough, Tracy smiled and intervened, threatening to confiscate all the candy 　　if they continued . The children wisely stopped arguing, quickly reached a consensus, took their portions, and ran back to their rooms to eat candy until their teeth were completely cavitated. 　　"Trick or treat, hehe~" Tom said casually, hands behind his head . 　　"I'd rather choose trick, because I already have enough treat~" Tracy said, giving a knowing smile. 　　[The End]

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