Anna opened the door almost immediately, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that sent a jolt of electricity through me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as our lips met in a searing kiss. When Anna opened the door, she was dressed in a loose-fitting blouse and tight jeans, her hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. She crouched down beside me, her dress riding up slightly to reveal her toned legs. He’s a neighborhood favorite, often seen wagging his tail enthusiastically as he greets everyone he meets. “Being alone all the time… John’s focus on his career creates a distance in their marriage, leaving Anna feeling neglected and lonely. “You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I drove into her with abandon. John came down a few minutes later, looking refreshed and oblivious to the charged atmosphere between his wife and me. Anna looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. “I seem to have dropped my towel.”
As she straightened up,
