Chasing His Divorced Wife
I arched, fingers in his hair.
We stripped quick. My bra unhooked, pants kicked off. His shirt gone, jeans shoved down. His cock stood thick, ready. I wrapped my hand around it, stroked slow. He hissed, eyes dark.
"Now," I said.
He lifted me, positioned me over him. I sank down, his cock filling my pussy inch by inch. Wet heat stretched around him. I rode him steady, hips rolling. He thrust up, matching me, one hand on my breast, thumb circling my nipple.