The air in the living room was thick, heavy with the scent of musk, expensive bourbon, and the raw, primal heat radiating from their skin. Mike sat like a king upon the sofa, his massive, tanned thighs providing a solid foundation for Petricia as she straddled him.
His cock, thick and unrelenting, filled her completely, stretching her walls in a way that made her breath hitch every time he gave a slow, deliberate thrust.
"Nhhh... hugghhh... mrrgghhh... slurrrppppp..." Petricia, like always, enjoyed the kiss, with her thoughts keeping reminding her about the first time she was having sex with Mike. 'Ever since that day...'
'My new tenant right here... continues to play with my body whenever my husband is away...'
'But right now... I don't even care if my husband is sleeping in the room because I want every conflict in me gone... just from having sex with the man who always makes me feel safe and appreciated.'
