Frozen Street Corner to Scorching Hallway Fuck: Anna’s Surrender

February bites hard. Minus three. Balls shrinking in the freeze. Street corner. Cigarette smoke fights the wind. Waiting for Anna. Blonde bombshell from the restaurant. Petite, blue eyes, plump lips. Heavy tits. Thick ass. Athletic thighs. Shy mom. Prude facade. Fuels my fire.

She appears down the street. Cream coat swallows her. Scarf coils her neck. Wool hat. We cheek-kiss. Friends. Smile. Into the chic bar.

The Fever Builds in the Ice

Coat off. Black dress clings. Plunging neckline. Hips molded. Heels sharp. ‘You look stunning.’ Timid ‘thanks.’

Corbières wine warms us. First glass. Lives shared. Her husband. Sons. City escape dreams. Heart races watching her lips on glass.

Second. My breakup. Dull job. Empty days. She smiles more. Loosens.

Third. Her youth stories. ‘You’re not old. Forty-two like me. Stunning. I’d devour you now.’ Blush. Silence.

Fourth. She hesitates. Accepts. Midnight nears. Husband drinks. Neglects her. ‘Fix him first. No affair. Can’t betray.’

Laughter flows. Teasing. Then watch check. ‘Home time.’ Disappointment stings.

Street wind whips. Nose runs. Ears numb. Past my building. ‘Up for one more? See my place?’ ‘Too dangerous.’ Head buried in scarf.

Barbed wire up. Sage wife wins. Fumble ahead. Stroke later thinking of her curves.

Her modern building. Six floors. Top apartment. Goodbye lean. I cup her face. Lips meet. Soft. Recoils. Allows two pecks. Hand on chest. ‘Can’t.’

Code punched. I follow into hall. No ask. Turn. Full mouth assault. Tongue invades. She yields. Saliva swaps. Hands unbutton coat. Grip waist. Giggles. Pushes.

Blaze of Forbidden Ecstasy

‘The fuck not.’ Neck kisses. Whispers ‘We can’t…’ Ass knead. Firm. Round through dress. Protests fade. Mouth claims again. Tongues dance wild.

Slips away. Back turned. Arm grab. Press behind. Hips locked. Neck devoured. Earlobe nibble. Coat flaps open. Hands maul massive tits. Nipples hard peaks. Aroused slut.

Blitz. Bend her over mailboxes. Hike coat. Dress. Rip lace panties. Shredded.

‘God, what–‘ ‘Gonna fuck you, baby.’ ‘Married.’ ‘Our secret.’

Pants down. Cock throbs. Rub slit. Back arch. Dress bunched waist. Gland probes. Thrust deep. Cry escapes. Soaked pussy grips. Juices flood.

Slow pumps. Gourmand thrusts. Moans bubble. Desire matches mine. Abandon.

Harder. Vigorous hips. Gurgles. Whimpers. Savage now. Tits crushed in palms. Frenzy pistons. Ravage her. No mercy. Fists bite to muffle screams.

‘You drive me insane. Days buried in your cunt.’ Dry snaps. Brutal rams. Slick glides.

‘Too good. Hot. Welcoming.’ ‘Yes, wreck my pussy!’ Words ignite. Balls tighten. Erupt. Flood her depths. Seed pumps. Drain empty.

She rises slow. Panties up. Smooth dress. Coat buttoned. Turns. Cheek stroke. Thanks unspoken. Elevator dings. Wave. Doors close.

Outside. Smoke afterglow. No need to jerk. Grin wide. Warmer now. Trial run. Anna spins my world.