59

ALESSANDRO

The scent of my wife drove me insane. Her aroused scent made my mouth water, like I have been deprived of food and water for centuries.

Her slick sweetness was all around me. I had lost my mind to do this in the hallway, with my friends behind the office door. But I didn’t give a fuck, as long as they didn’t see her. I wanted them to know she was mine.

“Alessandro ,” she cried out as my tongue slid up her slit. The restless, ruthless beast inside me finally retreated, satisfied with Lorena on my tongue.

Fuck, she tasted so damn good. Like my woman!

Sucking on one of her pussy lips, I wiggled my tongue around her bud.

Her body hummed with need, twisting under my mouth. The moans filling the hallway made it abundantly clear what we were doing.

Her fingernails raked through my hair, scraping against my scalp as I devoured her.

Keening sounds rasped from my wife’s lips, her pussy on my face. I would die a happy man, just like this. With her taste on my tongue.