The Other Woman

"Stepping out of the shadows, she claims her author..."

His words captivated and seduced.  They always did.  Vibrant descriptions that effortlessly painted sensual pictures before your eyes.  Feeling as real as your hand, that lightly floats through the field of poppies that lay before.You always imagined her.  The woman at the centre of his...

Flower field. Great red poppies. Her favorite. Bees humming.She loves it. I love her. I want her.I took her here. Our first time. She's never done it.We take our time. No need to rush. I want it to be perfect....

The footage was brief. On second viewing, he disregarded the wild poppies dancing with the tall grasses and concentrated on her: dress bunched at her waist and energetically bouncing on a sturdy cock.He leaned back into the chair’s padded leather....