Fatal Affair

Chapter Sixteen David Arrives

At this moment, Emily, whether she loves David or not, is hard to prove, but she is already confused. Richard licked her n****e, teasing it with his tongue, making the n****e tremble continuously.

"No, don't do this."

Emily's resistance was weak, and Richard kept sucking on her snow-white breasts, his hand slipping into Emily's panties. The area inside her panties was already wet and messy.

"You can't, not there. Oh God, not here."

Emily's pleas kept provoking Richard, whose face became excited and sinister. "Oh, so wet, she's getting horny, she's enjoying it too. Look at her, she's so wet, she agrees, she wants this! This feeling is amazing!"

Richard forcefully spread Emily's legs apart, her plump yet not flabby thighs, with many sweat beads visible on them, along with her white panties, which looked like those of a decent housewife, now damp, whether from sweat or excited love juices.

"No."

The sudden movement made Emily instinctively press Richard's head with her hand.

"Do you want me to stop?" Richard said, sticking out his tongue and forcefully pushing away Emily's hand, licking the crevice between Emily's labia through her panties.

Richard began oral s*x on Emily, causing her whole body to tremble; she had never experienced such a sensation before. It was too pleasurable!

Her fists clenched tightly, trying to suppress her impulses. If this continued, she would give in. She was a hesitant woman, wanting to enjoy herself, deciding that this affair was a result of revenge against her husband, an emotional release.

But David, David's shadow loomed in Emily's mind, constantly flashing, causing Emily immense guilt.

"David!"

At that moment, the elevator arrived at the seventh floor. As the elevator doors slowly opened, David's stern expression appeared inside the elevator car.

Emily called out her husband David's name, causing Richard's actions to pause.

"That's Emily's husband! While I'm pleasuring her, she's calling out someone else's name, even if that person is her husband!"

Emily's actions stimulated Richard, making him gradually lose control. He wanted to quickly regain dominance, to make Emily understand who was truly giving him pleasure at that moment, him or David!

Richard abruptly lifted Emily, his hands harshly grabbing at her crotch and chest, violent actions awakening honesty in Emily's body.

At this moment, lust took over their minds, and Emily couldn't resist anymore. All shame and hesitation turned into nothing; she rolled over, pressing Richard beneath her, sliding down like a catfish, pulling off Richard's pants.

Richard's swollen manhood pushed against his underwear, resembling a tent at a campsite, jumping under Emily's breath. She rubbed it with her nose, her lips occasionally brushing against it.

As Richard's anger subsided, he let out a groan, his glans secreting more and more love fluid, a faint fishy smell seeping through the fabric of his underwear, mixing with the scent of Emily's love juices in the air, making it more ambiguous and lascivious.

Emily pushed Richard's underwear aside, and his c**k eagerly sprang out, while she also removed her own panties to the side, then turned around and sat on top.

"So good."

Joy radiated from Emily's heart, her low moans filling the stairwell, the hot glans of his shaft was incomparable to any adult toy, hard yet soft, hot but just right. Flesh always beats rubber!

Emily moved up and down, not needing Richard to thrust, both of them unable to stop. Richard's hands moved from behind to the front, grabbing and kneading Emily's breasts continuously. Short, rapid thrusts pushed them both to the edge of climax.

Just then, footsteps echoed, and both of them froze, looking towards the fire door in the stairwell.

As the sound of leather shoes approached, their bodies trembled slightly.

"Who is it? A neighbor, or Emily's husband David?"

"If it's a neighbor, Emily's husband will surely find out."

"If it's David and he catches me screwing his wife, he'll definitely kill me."

Richard's mind raced with many thoughts in an instant, but Emily didn't stop. Even though Richard had restrained her movements, she continued to rub her c******s with her hand, over and over, her vaginal contractions becoming more intense.

She began to gently rub and rotate her hips, causing Richard's manhood inside her to also rotate.

"Is Emily going crazy? What is she doing at this moment, what is she doing?!"

"Is she insane? Does she know what kind of situation we're in right now, what the circumstances are, and she still wants to pursue climax?!"

"Stop, please stop! Ah! Whatever, it feels too good!"

The mix of tension and pleasure overwhelmed Richard. In this intense stimulation, he felt like he was going to explode. Suddenly, Emily squirted, her love juices and urine gushing out, even her panties couldn't contain it, leaving the stairwell covered in their mingled fluids.

Under the intense stimulation, Richard also climaxed. They both breathed rapidly, letting out beast-like, satisfying groans from their throats!

David had realized that no one was home. He checked the phone monitoring screen, but damn, the surveillance wasn't comprehensive. Could it be that Emily hadn't returned home?!

He set down the pizza, suddenly hearing someone panting. He perked up his ears, walking towards the source of the sound, which seemed to be coming from the stairwell.

It was the stairwell!

Richard dared not even breathe, from their position, directly below was the stairwell door on the seventh floor.

He nervously turned his head to look at the stairwell door. Emily, however, paid no attention, still softly panting. Richard quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

The stairwell was empty, the moans and gasps from their lovemaking echoing in the empty stairwell, once stimulating, now turning into a deadly sound of doom.

"Damn it, damn it, don't hear it, don't come over!"

David, unlike Richard's wishes, his footsteps, from far to near, stopped at the entrance of the stairwell, slowly opening the door, pulling out a dagger.