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Sarah couldn't believe what she was doing. She was in her own home, with her husband sleeping in the next room, while she was getting fucked by Brad. The danger and the thrill of it all made her even hornier.

Brad had her bent over the kitchen counter, her skirt hiked up to her waist and her panties pushed to the side. He was pounding into her with such force that the dishes on the counter rattled with each thrust.

Sarah tried to stifle her moans, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out. She couldn't let her husband hear her, or their marriage would be over.

Brad seemed to sense her fear, and he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, baby, I'll make sure you don't make a sound." With that, he covered her mouth with his hand and continued to fuck her hard.

Sarah's eyes widened in shock, but then the pleasure overtook her as she was completely dominated by Brad. He slammed into her with such intensity that she was sure she would be sore for days, but she didn't care. All she wanted was more.

The danger of being caught only made it hotter. Sarah could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, making her heart race and her skin flush. She was a married woman, but in that moment, she belonged to Brad.

He pulled out of her suddenly and spun her around to face him. His eyes were dark with lust, and he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her close for a deep, rough kiss.

"You're mine, Sarah," he growled. "Mine to fuck whenever and wherever I want."

Sarah nodded, unable to speak. She was completely under his spell, and she didn't care what the consequences would be.

Brad lifted her up and carried her to the living room, where he laid her down on the sofa. He spread her legs wide and plunged back into her, fucking her with even more ferocity than before.

Sarah tried to bite back her cries of pleasure, but it was no use. She was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure of being used by Brad.

And then, just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Brad let out a low groan and came inside her, filling her up with his hot, sticky seed.

Sarah collapsed onto the sofa, panting and sweating. She had never felt so alive, so completely satisfied. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the temptation of Brad's hard, muscular body.

As Brad got dressed and prepared to leave, Sarah couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She was cheating on her husband, betraying his trust, and risking everything she had built with him.

But she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the pleasure. Brad had given her something she had been missing for so long, and she couldn't let it go.

As he left, Sarah knew she would see him again. And she was okay with that, no matter what the consequences might be.