“Inside me.”

“Inside me.”

The words leave Cheryl’s mouth without hesitation this time. Any remaining conflict about her husband is gone. She sinks all the way down onto your cock, takes every thick inch, and starts to ride with open, desperate purpose.

“Do it. Cum inside me. I do not care about the rest of it anymore. Fill me up.”

You grip her hips hard and thrust up to meet her. The chair creaks under the force. Cheryl’s yoga-toned body works you with everything she has, rising and falling in a wet, urgent rhythm while her cunt clenches tighter around the length that has already stretched her open. The earlier talk of babies and loyalty has vanished completely. All that remains is the raw need to feel you empty inside her.

The pressure builds fast. You lock her down onto your lap, bury yourself as deep as you can go, and unload. Thick pulses of cum flood her in heavy waves. Cheryl keeps moving through it, grinding down to take every spurt, her own orgasm hitting at the same time. Her body shakes, thighs clamping around you, a long broken cry leaving her throat while her cunt milks the length of your cock in greedy flutters.

You stay buried inside her afterwards, both of you breathing hard, the last aftershocks still flickering through her as your cum begins to leak out around the place where you are joined. Cheryl’s forehead drops against your shoulder. Her voice is rough and final when she speaks again.

“I needed that.”