Chapter 3: Rising Action
The bed creaked violently as the raven-haired man thrust hard into her wet pussy. His pelvic bone slammed into her clit with every punishing stroke, and her loud moans reverberated around the opulent bedroom, smothered only by the sound of her hips slapping against his thighs.
The wife, Lola, had a body made for erotic adventure—the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and her delicious thighs—which he firmly held down while claiming what he so desperately yearned for.
Her blonde hair was splayed across the pillow, her head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth agape as she released guttural growls of primal pleasure. The way Lola's pussy hugged him, the damp warmth inviting him in, felt like a piece of heaven on earth. He couldn’t help but wonder if her husband would ever get to taste that divine warmth or if it was only reserved for him. After all, Lola had expressed her dissatisfaction with her husband's skills in bed.