I found this married woman at my booking apartment (i fucked her without a condom)
Title: “A Discrete Afternoon Affair”
The sun was high overhead as I let myself into the apartment, my booking for the day set with a mysterious woman named Amina. Little did I know the Pièce de résistance this rendezvous would turn out to be. As I stepped inside the dimly lit hall, I heard a rustling in the bedroom. Gently pushing open the door, there she was, Amina. A married bombshell with glowing cocoa skin and curves that threatened to burst the confines of her sheer negligee.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she purred, her ruby-red lips parting to reveal a delectable smile. “An hour should do…” she said, her voice trailing off seductively. I gulped, realizing this wasn’t your average booking.
Amina sauntered over, her hips swaying hypnotically with every step. She ran a manicured finger down my chest, her green eyes smoldering with desire. “I’m Amina,” she whispered, pressing her ample bosom against me. “And I need you.”
Without further ado, she attacked my lips with fervor, her scent – a heady mix of jasmine and woman – filling my nostrils. My hands roamed her body, caressing her ample posterior as we stumbled into the bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed, straddling me with purpose. Her negligee now hung precariously on her shoulders, revealing the tantalizing outline of dusky nipples pressing against the thin fabric.
“Mmmm, I’ve been dreaming of this,” she breathed, grinding languidly against the hard-on now straining against my pants. “Enough talking, I want you inside me. Now.”
I let out a guttural groan as she whipped off her negligee and panties in one swift motion. Her bountiful breasts and neatly trimmed mons pubis were now in full view, a breathtaking sight. Meanwhile, I hastily divested myself of my clothes, Amina helping eagerly with an impish grin.
Positioned between her spread legs, the musky scent of her arousal assaulted my senses. She was glistening with anticipation, and I couldn’t resist diving in for a taste. Her heady flavor danced on my tongue as I lapped and suckled her clit, her knees blinded and bucking against my face.
“Mmmhh, yes, eat it,” Amina moaned, fisting my locks to push my face deeper between her thighs. “Damn you’re good!”
only in the neighborhood take this should be role play
