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In the throes of passion, I found myself balls-deep inside my buddy’s cheating wife, her moans of ecstasy echoing through the room as she eagerly took my shaft in doggystyle. Her insatiable hunger for my cock only grew stronger as she dropped to her knees, expertly sucking my dick with a deepthroat technique that left me breathless. Suddenly, the front door creaked open, and we froze in our tracks. Her husband was home from work, and the thrill of potentially being caught only intensified our lust. I quickly flipped her onto her back, her legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her in the cowgirl position, her tight pussy gripping my cock like a vice. Her eyes were wild with desire, her breath hitching as she tried to stifle her moans. The risk of discovery fueled our animalistic urges, and I couldn’t help but pound into her harder, my balls slapping against her clit with each forceful thrust. As her husband’s footsteps grew closer, we both knew we were playing with fire, but the temptation was too great. I pulled her into a passionate kiss, muffling her cries of pleasure as I fucked her harder and faster, the headboard banging against the wall like a primal drumbeat. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air, our bodies glistening with the evidence of our illicit encounter. Her pussy clenched around my cock like a velvet vice, her walls pulsating with the need for release. I could feel my own orgasm building, the pressure coiling in my balls as I prepared to unleash my seed deep within her. Just as her husband’s footsteps paused outside the bedroom door, I felt her pussy convulse around my cock, her body trembling with the force of her climax. The sensation of her tight cunt milking my dick was too much, and with a guttural groan, I released my load deep inside her, our combined juices mixing together in a messy, forbidden symphony. As we lay there, panting and spent, the danger of our situation finally sinking in, we knew that we had just crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, as our bodies entwined in a tangled mess of sweat and desire, we couldn’t help but crave the thrill of our next illicit encounter.
