Disregarding

To get with Tave, Emily had to disregard so much. Disregard her marriage. Disregard the fact that Tave had slept with her mom. Disregard his clearly nonmonogamous nature. Disregard everything except his huge muscles and equally huge cock.

The gym was closed now, after hours, and the two were in the shower. Emily's hands were pressed against the wall, and her pert ass was in Tave's hands. His long, fat Black cock slapped against the asscheeks, then the tip of it pushed against the tight walls of Emily's underused sex. He thrust forward, making the bottle blonde squeal, as he stretched out her cunt. She had to disregard the pain, the conflicting emotions, the guilt. She had to disregard it all and live in that moment, a cheating slut, someone whose cheating husband was getting what he deserved. She felt him tense up long moments, their bodies soaked and wrinkled from the hot water of the shower, as he freely came inside her, her needy pussy sucking up every droplet of cum. She was changed now, and she had to disregard everything to get it.