Parties like the one they were throwing tonight had been half the reason she had married Larry to begin with.

She guessed he was fucking her so wildly because he was excited, too. She decided he deserved a little fun, and she wrapped her long, lush legs around his humping ass and urged him to fuck her even faster.

Larry had enough money to hire a few servants, so Lisa had few responsibilities. Her biggest job, Larry had explained to her, would be to be a good hostess at the parties a man in his position had to throw.

Lisa had never in her young life experienced an orgasm, but she came as close as she ever had when her husband had explained to her about how she would have to wear the most expensive gown and be the most beautiful woman at any party they threw, at how she would have to entertain rich and famous people. It was the sort of thing Lisa had dreamed about her whole life, and just thinking about it now made her pussy slick with cream and her svelte young body shiver with excitement.

"My rough little boy," she cooed excitement over the party and pain from her husband's mistreatment of her body warring inside her. "Give it to me harder."

Larry Hart buried his face in the sweet hollow of his wife's throat, licking and kissing and biting his way over her silky skin. He knew exactly what the ball-busting little bitch was thinking, why she had married him and what she thought their life together was going to be like. He had seen women like her before, too sexy for their own good, beautiful bitches who had used their bodies and faces to wrap men around their little fingers.

But Lisa didn't know that he saw through her, and she didn't know that he had some plans of his own for their marriage.