She uttered a low groan, her desire palpable as she broke away from our kiss. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, drawing me in. I trailed kisses along her thighs, feeling her tremble with anticipation as she opened herself to me. Gently, I explored her, eliciting gasps and whimpers as I delved deeper. When her climax washed over her, she pleaded for more, her need echoing in her cries.
With a tender touch, I moistened myself, teasing her slick folds with the head of my cock. Slowly, I entered her, savoring the tightness I had longed for. Our bodies intertwined, we reveled in the forbidden pleasure, expressing it through the intimacy of our connection.
With measured movements, I withdrew and plunged back in, savoring each moment of our shared ecstasy. Time seemed to stand still as we moved as one, our desire building with each passing second. As her muscles clenched around me, I surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, consumed by the intensity of our union.
Breathless and spent, we lingered in the aftermath, our hearts racing with the weight of our transgression. Despite the passion that had consumed us, doubt crept in, casting a shadow over our euphoria.
“I’ve never felt this way before,” I confessed, seeking reassurance in her eyes.
“Nor I,” she whispered, her smile fading as reality intruded upon our moment of bliss.
As the night wore on, the gravity of our actions weighed heavily upon us. Amidst the tangled sheets, she voiced her guilt, tears staining her cheeks.
“You’re not alone in this,” I murmured, offering solace in the face of her anguish.
Yet, as the dawn approached, uncertainty lingered, casting doubt upon the path we had chosen. With heavy hearts, we confronted the truth of our betrayal, grappling with the consequences of our actions.
To be continued next Monday…
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