“I see you everywhere I go,” he whispers. “You’re all I think about.”
Knowing he would be alone, I’d stopped by his house on some innocent errand. We hadn’t even made it inside. Leaning against the high brick wall bordering his property, I lifted my dress. My lack of panties allowed him to effortlessly enter me.
As he now fucks me hard and fast, I fantasize about being caught.
I love being impaled on his cock; I love the feel of rough brick scraping my skin. But it’s imagining his wife’s face in the window that makes me come.
