Fucking my roommate while her parents are next room.

The sultry glow of candlelight flickered across the couple’s entwined bodies as they lay missionary style on the creaky guest bed.moaned and panted, their bodies slick with sweat as they rocked rhythmically together. He pinned her wrists above her head, his hips snapping forward as he thrust into her warmth again and again. She arched her back, pressing her ample chest against his muscular torso, relishing the delicious friction.

“You’re going to make me cum,” he grunted, his voice ragged with pleasure. “So hard and deep inside you.”

“Mmm, yes,” she whimpered, wrapping her stockinged legs tightly around his waist. “I want to feel your hot load filling me up, darling.”

They both knew her parents were just next door in the adjoining room, but it only heightened their lust, adding an illicit thrill to their secret rendezvous. He had been fucking his hot milf roommate for months now, hiding their affair from her unsuspecting husband.

His pace quickened, the bedsprings creaking practica.ly as he mounted her harder and rougher, instinctively chasing his rapidly building ecstasy. “Oh fuck, I’m going to explode!” he cried out.

“Yes, yes, fill me up!” she begged, flooded with unbridled arousal. “Paint my pussy walls with your hot cum, baby!”

enables with a carnal groan, he unleashed inside her, throbbing and spurting stream after stream of thick jizz. She squealed in delight as he pumped her full, welcoming every last drop of his forbidden essence.

They lay entangled afterward, come oozing from her satisfied holes, reveling in the afterglow. But they couldn’t linger – her parents could return to the room at any moment and catch them red-handed.

Climbing out of bed, the woman snatched up her clothes and began dressing hastily, tugging on her silky lingerie and tiny dress. Her lover watched appreciatively as she bent over to pull on sheer thigh-high stockings, her round ass jiggling.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said appreciably, his cock already beginning to swell again. “I can’t wait to rail you again later, in our own bed.”

“Mmm, promise?” she turned and batted her long lashes at him flirtatiously, tying a ribbon around her fluffy curls. “I want your cum dripping down my thighs all night long.”

“I’m going to fucking destroy that milf pussy of yours,” he promised darkly. “Make you my personal cumdump.”

“Only if I let you,” she teased with a wink, grabbing her purse. She kissed him one last time before fleeing the room.

But as she slipped out of the room, she nearly collided with her husband entering the hallway. Their eyes met in a moment of shocked silence.

“MISTY! What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, confusion and betrayal warring on his face. “Is that… are you wearing a dress?”

His eyes travelled down her body, taking in the skimpy lingerie peeking out from under the hem. His gaze was filled with delectable outrage and disbelief at her lithe, sexy form.

“I… um…” she stammered, her cheeks flushing and catching her lip between her teeth. She couldn’t think of an excuse, but that only seemed to arouse her. His shock and anger ignited the wickedness inside her, a devious gleam sparkling in her eye.

“MYSTIC, what the fuck is going on?” he repeated, demanding an explanation. “You look like some cheap whore!”

She stiffened at that, feeling the pang of hurt before that rebellious, naughty side surfaced again.

“Maybe I am,” she purred, a coy smile playing on her glossy lips as she ran a hand down her side. “Maybe I’m heading over to our hot neighbor’s house for a night of sinful fucking against the headboard. Is that what you want to hear, darling?”

Her husband stared at her in disbelief, his eyes widening and darkening with a confusing mix of righteous fury and forbidden lust. He remained silent, but a tent began to form in his slacks as he imagined his frigid, vanilla wife acting on such base, wanton urges.

“Aww, have you got a little problem there, sugar?” Misty cooed victoriously, noticing his growing erection. “Feels good to see you reacting like a real man for once.”

With that, she sauntered past him, rolling her hips seductively, and camped back into their guest room.

She wasn’t sure what this revelation meant for her marriage, but one thing was certain – she would be returning to her young lover’s bed that very night, eager to be filled and used repeatedly until dawn. Soon, the whole neighborhood would hear her screams of ecstasy as he fucked her like a proper wife.

Her naughty days were only just beginning.

THE END.