Forbidden Cravings

"Ahh... yeahhh... ahhh..." Mrs. Elora moaned loud, her voice breaking as I fucked her from behind.

My dick slid in and out of her pussy, slick and hot, every thrust sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. The way she took me, tight and wet, was driving me wild, the sensation wrapping around me like a glove.

"Arghhh, Miss... I'm loving this with you," I said, my voice rough but warm, keeping her vibe up with mine.

I wanted her to feel it—not just the fucking, but me being here, all in. Her boobs swung back and forth under her, bouncing with every push, soft and heavy, catching the red light in a way that made it hard to look away.

I picked up the pace, slamming into her faster, my hips smacking against her ass. The room filled with the sharp *slap slap* sound, skin on skin, echoing off the walls over the low hum of the opera music.

"Oh god... ahh..." she moaned, her arms trembling as she tried to hold herself up on all fours. But she couldn't—her hands gave out, and she collapsed forward, her face burying into the pillow, muffling her cries.

I kept going, gliding deep inside her hole, my hands gripping her squishy ass, squeezing the soft flesh as I pulled her back into me.

I could see her face from the side—red and flushed, sweat beading on her forehead, her blonde hair sticking to her cheeks. She was loving it, the sensation hitting her hard from behind, her body rocking with every thrust.

"Ahhh... ahhh... my husband... he never fucks me like this..." she moaned, her voice shaky, spilling out between gasps like a confession.