Married Man

Lilin’s ears perked up at the sound of a barking dog. She turned toward the noise and noticed a man kissing his wife goodbye. A wicked smile played on her lips. “Him,” she whispered.

She shadowed the man to the parking garage, her nipples perking up in anticipation of his pleasured squeals and the guilt that would soon consume him. As he fumbled with the car door, her patience snapped. She seized his collar, lifting him off the ground. His eyes widened in shock as she thrust him into the car, the vehicle rocking under the sudden ****.

Lilin mounted him as soon as he fell into the seat, silencing his protests with a kiss. His objections faded, eyes glazing over from the touch of her lips. A soft moan escaped her as he responded to her gyrating hips.

She broke the kiss, pinning his throat with one hand as she reached for his zipper with the other.

“W—Who are you? What are you doing?”

Her eyes glowed in the darkness of the parking lot, making him recoil.

“It doesn’t matter who I am.”

Freeing his aching member from its cloth prison, Lilin began stroking at an unbearably slow pace. She could feel her juices flowing down her thighs.

"Please, Stop! I have a wife."

"I know," she replied with a wicked smile.

Soon, precum began to flow from the man's member, providing plenty of lubrication. She positioned herself on top of him, ready to break the sanctity of his marital vows. The prospect made her shiver, increasing the wetness between her folds.

The man did his best to push Lilin away, but her hold on him was absolute. His eyes widened as her smoldering pussy engulfed his throbbing member. Her insides clung to him like a vice, contracting around his cock, her ridges wiggling like a thousand tongues licking him at once. The sensation proved unbearable, and the poor man came in an instant.

She responded to the man's orgasm with a laugh.

"Does your wife know you're such a quick shot?" Lilin taunted.

Their mating sounds resonated through the garage, each clap echoing off the concrete walls.

The man could only muster incoherent babble in response; his rod rock hard despite his orgasm. She rode him with the ferocity of a storm, her body moving in a wild dance. Again and again, she took him deep inside, an endless stream of cum leaking from her pussy, mingling with her juices. Her plump ass rippled with each thrust. The sheer intensity of their union left him breathless, his hands gripping her hips as she continued to dominate him, lost in the ecstasy of their endless coupling.