Chapter 5

I wanted nothing more than for her to touch me in every way possible. I wanted her fingers in my mouth, my pussy, up my arse, all over my body. I wanted her to kiss and hold me, to grapple with me on the bed, to make love to me, but, right now, I didn’t want to do anything to break the spell of this erotic interlude.

We fucked like that for probably ten minutes or so. Then she was pushing me away. I panicked, thinking she was going to see me and begin screaming. I hadn’t said a word, and, as far as she knew, I was her husband.

She wiggled around until she was up on all fours, the shirt now resting on the back of her neck. I thrust the strap-on in further, harder, pummeled her until sweat was pouring off the both of us.