He took her the way that she liked it, back when they were just
playing and times were easier. When it was just them and a blindfold, some
cuffs, sometimes a whip. Old friends, really.
Pressing down on her knees and grabbing her panties, he eased
himself inside slowly. Her groan vibrated around his cock as her wet folds sucked
him in. Memories swamped him. Her, naked on an old sofa, begging him to fuck
her harder. Her hands, scratching his back and her luscious moth, closing
around his cock. She was always so greedy, so ready.
The jeans below his hips started chafing her thighs as he increased
his speed, conjuring up their past.
When her exquisite body keened off the bed to take more of him, he
gasped. How could her husband not give her what she needed? He almost
felt pity for this man, this stranger, who did not understand her.
‘More’, she panted.
He stretched down to draw her panties over her swollen clit and she
shuddered in response. Grabbing her hips, he knew this would not be last time
she came around him tonight.
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