Please Fuck Me, Eli (Intesex) Short Novella

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Desperate housewife called for desperate fucking measure. Mia Bent wasn't your ordinary housewife. She didn't cook. She certainly didn't clean and she definitely doesn't sit and wait for her small dick husband to fuck not when there is a 9 inch next door. 
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    "Please..." I exhaled, "please fuck me, Eli."
    
    I shook my head as she nodded to the closed bedroom door. The heat between my legs was rising, and I was frightened I wouldn't be able to get into bed. I want to be pleased right here, on this carpet, with my hands on this wall and her cock deep into me. 
    
    "Where?" She spoke in hushed tones. Her fingertips traced the length of my arms.
    "I am happily married." I blurted out. But as my neediness grew, my thoughts screamed that it didn't give a fuck. My pussy needs to be stabbed viciously from behind in order to unleash all of its pent-up rage. 
    
    I spun around, my hands on the walls.
    
    "I adore my husband, but he cannot give me what I desire." I exhaled, wanting for her to touch me, my eyes welling up at how desperate I was to suck her cock, to feel her hands, to do something crazy and out of the ordinary.All Rights Reserved

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Desperate housewife called for desperate fucking measure. Mia Bent wasn't your ordinary housewife. She didn't cook. She certainly didn't clean and she definitely doesn't sit and wait for her small dick husband to fuck not when there is a 9 inch next door. 
    ****************************
    "Please..." I exhaled, "please fuck me, Eli."
    
    I shook my head as she nodded to the closed bedroom door. The heat between my legs was rising, and I was frightened I wouldn't be able to get into bed. I want to be pleased right here, on this carpet, with my hands on this wall and her cock deep into me. 
    
    "Where?" She spoke in hushed tones. Her fingertips traced the length of my arms.
    "I am happily married." I blurted out. But as my neediness grew, my thoughts screamed that it didn't give a fuck. My pussy needs to be stabbed viciously from behind in order to unleash all of its pent-up rage. 
    
    I spun around, my hands on the walls.
    
    "I adore my husband, but he cannot give me what I desire." I exhaled, wanting for her to touch me, my eyes welling up at how desperate I was to suck her cock, to feel her hands, to do something crazy and out of the ordinary.

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