Fever

Fever. Passion. Ah!

Mark thrust his hard cock, trapped under his sportswear, on Nadia’s pelvis. Her pussy was so wet that it soaked her panties. She was wearing a pair of black tights. Something she often wore alone at home. Mark wanted to rip a hole into tights, now soaked in pussy juices.

They kissed passionately. Madly. Nadia was touching his rock hard chest. Strong, muscular, so fucking hot!

His hands are around her back. Holding her tight as he thrust. His cock feeling so fucking good. He leaned back and tore a hole in her tights.

RIP——-

Nadia gasped. Then she came to her senses.

“Mark… Stop… I’m married…”

Mark wanted her. Breathing heavily. But he leaned back and stopped.

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me,” he said.

She was pink in the face. Her soiled panties showed from the hole in her ripped tights.

“I’m sorry too… this was a mistake…” she said.

She got up. Love juices running down her legs.

“You should go Mark…” she said weakly.

Mark nodded. Apologised again. He so badly wanted to tell Nadia about Greg’s weird porn habit. Maybe she would leave Greg… No… It’s none of my business.

He left the apartment. The wind blew through Nadia’s long red hair as she watched Mark disappear into the distance. Her heart, fluttering…