She Cried, He Kept Thrusting (Dark Chocolate Addiction). Dark Chocolate Addiction

Molly, a woman of 44, was a sight to behold. Her body, curvaceous and voluptuous, was a testament to her years of experience. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. Her husband, a wealthy man, loved her dearly, and she loved him back. They had a child together, a symbol of their love and commitment. However, Molly was not completely satisfied. Her husband, while loving and caring, was not able to fulfill her sexual needs.
His small chocolate left her yearning for more, a hunger that he could not satisfy. This insatiable hunger led her to seek satisfaction elsewhere, in the arms of men who could give her what she desired. Every morning, as soon as her husband left for work, Molly would embark on her quest. She would dress in her most revealing clothes, her body on display for the world to see. She wanted a big Chocolate, a chocolate that could fill her up and make her feel alive.
Her mouth would start leaking at the mere thought of a big chocolate inside her, a testament to her unending hunger. She would not call her husband "baby", reserving that name for the men she would meet, the men who could give her what she needed. Her husband could not even last one round of sex, while Molly craved for a long, satisfying session. She wanted to be dominated, to be taken by a beast who could give her the rough sex she craved.
She was afraid of the roughness, but she also craved it, wanted it more than anything else. She was a woman who loved slow sex, but she also loved it when it turned rough. No matter how rough a man could get, she wanted him to start slow, to give her the foreplay she needed.