I responded eagerly, my hands sliding down her back to grasp her ass, pulling her closer. But beneath the surface, the tension between Anna and me simmered, waiting for an opportunity to boil over. John’s departures had become a regular occurrence, each one marking the beginning of a period where his wife, Anna, would be left alone. Her pussy was so wet, her juices coating my cock as I pounded into her. “I can imagine. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned, my hips bucking up into her hand. I continued thrusting, my own orgasm building as I watched her writhe beneath me. “I think I’ll take a quick shower. “I can’t wait for him to leave again,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine. I pushed into her slick, wet pussy, groaning at the tightness. I followed her to the kitchen, my heart pounding. Finally, Anna broke the silence, her tone lightening once more. Because I think we’re just getting started.”
As we lay there together, the boundaries between us had been completely erased, replaced by an intense connection that
