In the dark, dimly-lit room, she lay sprawled across the bed, naked and vulnerable, her breathing heavy as if she had been running. Her name was Amelia, but to him, she was now merely a tool for his satisfaction. He watched from behind the cracked door of her marital home, his heart pounding with anticipation, his cock throbbing in his pants.
The room was a mess; the curtains drawn, casting an eerie glow over everything. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, as if someone had recently left a piece of themselves behind. He closed the door silently, making sure not to make a sound, and walked toward her bed. Her body glistened with sweat, her tits heaving up and down, each breath a testament to her desperate need for release.
He watched her closely as she moved, every movement calculated and precise, like an expert dancer. Her fingers traced the curve of her pussy, teasing and coaxing it open, exposing the moist flesh within. He could see that she was ready, the evidence plain to see in her wetness.
As he approached, his hands shaking with excitement, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, seeping into his own, melding them together. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself; he needed this release as much as she did. He undid his pants and let his cock spring free, throbbing and aching with need.
Without a word, he stepped forward and pushed her legs apart, exposing the wet, pulsating center of her desire. He leaned down and licked his lips in anticipation, savoring the taste of her juices on his tongue. She arched her back as he pressed against her, his cock seeking out her needy pussy, demanding entry into that forbidden place.
He slid inside her effortlessly, his cock sliding in and out like a snake. He watched her face, her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth slack with pleasure. Her pussy clenched around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to take more of her.
As he fucked her harder, she began to moan, her body responding to his every touch, her hips bucking and grinding against him, desperate for more. He knew he couldn't last much longer; he needed to cum. He reached down between her legs and rubbed his thumb against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy contracting around his cock as she screamed out in ecstasy. He watched her face contort with pleasure, each muscle straining to contain the intensity of her climax. When it was finally over, she lay there panting, spent and exhausted.
He pulled out of her, leaving behind a wet trail of cum, and stumbled back toward the door, his heart racing as if he had just completed a marathon. He closed the door behind him, his mind reeling with the implications of what had just happened. He knew it was wrong, but the thrill of the forbidden only added to his excitement. And as he walked away from that dark, dimly-lit room, his cock still throbbing with need, he couldn't help but wonder when and where their paths would cross again.