The area was dimly lit, the only sound being the soft, rhythmic gawk* gawk* of flesh against flesh.
"Yeah- baby..."
I held Athlea's head in my hands, moving my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her mouth was warm and inviting, her tongue skillfully teasing and pleasuring me with each thrust.
"Ahh- Athlea, your mouth never fails to amuse me," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. I tilted my head back, eyes closed, as I savored the sensation of her lips wrapped around my dick.
The world outside this area seemed to fade away, leaving only the raw, primal act of pleasure between us.
"N-no....please.." Athlea's husband lay on the ground, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing —his wife, the woman he loved, willingly submitting to another man's desires.
