You seem distracted

The days blurred after that night by the lake. Elena threw herself into routine—grocery runs, folding laundry, laughing at Mark's dumb jokes over dinner—but her thoughts kept drifting to Alex.

The way he'd taken her so eagerly, no hesitation, made her ache in ways she couldn't shake. Her body betrayed her constantly: a twitch in her pants during a boring meeting, wetness soaking her underwear while washing dishes.

She jerked off in the shower twice that week, biting her lip to muffle the moans, imagining his mouth again.

Mark noticed something off. 'You okay, babe? Seem distracted,' he said one evening, fork pausing over his steak. She **** a smile, nodding too quickly.

'Just tired. Work's kicking my ass.' He bought it, pulling her into bed early, his hands familiar but lacking the spark. When he rolled on top and slid inside her pussy, it felt mechanical. She faked her gasps, coming only when she pictured Alex's face instead. Guilt hit harder after, his head on her chest as he slept.

Alex's texts kept coming, short and loaded: Thinking about your cock in my mouth. When? Or Miss burying myself in you. She replied in stolen moments, heart racing: Soon.