A Failed Breakup

We were supposed to break up, but it didn't take. Instead, last week, she was kneeling between my legs in a secluded corner of a semi-public building. We were supposed to break up because I am married and she is single. But, we cannot keep our hands off each other, even after all of this time, after an uncounted number of sexual unions, nekcing, blow jobs, finger-fucking, groping is stairwells, dark places, alley, theatres, parks.

We met last week. It was unplanned, unscheduled, and not supposed to happen. But, our hands touched, we kissed, we hugged, we found a place near by and I got my hands into her jeans and made her cum. I unhooked her bra and took her nipples into my mouth. I pinched her nipples. She unzipped my pants, took my cock into her hand, and then knelt in front of me and took my cock as far as she could into her mouth.

I love her mouth. I love cumming in her mouth. I love her.

I looked at this today (sexually explicit link).