I couldn’t stop.
Bent over the kitchen counter, Sophia’s tiny pink shorts were pulled down just below her ass. My thick c**k still buried deep inside her tight, wet p***y. Every slow thrust made her whimper quietly, her bare t**s pressed against the cold marble.
“Sir… please…” she breathed, voice shaking. “Your wife is right upstairs.”
That only made me f**k her harder.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, keeping one hand wrapped lightly around her throat. My hips slapped against her ass with wet, dirty sounds that seemed way too loud in the silent house.
“Shut up and take it,” I growled in her ear. “You came down here dressed like a w***e with no bra, tiny shorts that barely cover your p***y and now you’re going to feel what happens when you tease the man of the
