Falling For My Ex-Husband's Best Friend
He responded quickly, his body rising to meet hers, as if preordained, as though their motions had been rehearsed in some cruel, secret script.
Soon, the pace increased. She rode him with a fervor born of both devotion and desperation, each motion pulling her deeper into the physical reality that left her mind spinning. His hands gripped her hips, holding, grounding, making her body the center of their shared storm. She felt herself stretched, filled, overwhelmed, yet she rode him faster, harder, as if the act itself could absolve years of guilt, loss, and subjugation.
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