Jane’s POV
My hands were gripping the edge of the kitchen island so tightly my knuckles had turned white. Kevin was behind me, his thick c**k buried deep inside my p***y, stretching me with every slow, deliberate thrust. The popcorn machine was still popping loudly beside us, the steady crackling sound the only thing covering the wet noises of him sliding in and out of me. I was bent over, skirt bunched around my waist, sweater pushed up, bra yanked down so my heavy breasts hung free and swayed with every movement.
I could barely breathe.
Every time he pushed deep, I felt him hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. My p***y was dripping down my thighs. I kept my moans low, biting my lip hard, terrified that any louder sound would carry into the living room where my husband and e
