Secret Desires

They'd been together for six months, but every time the apartment door clicked shut, the air thickened with a raw, almost tangible hunger. Anna stood at the window in a thin silk robe—nothing underneath. Her husband, Alex, came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her flush against him. His hard cock pressed into her firm ass through the fabric of his slacks.

"You're especially wet today," he murmured against her ear, sliding a hand between her legs. His fingers found her hot, already dripping slit. Anna moaned, arching back into him.

He spun her around, shoved her onto the bed, and dropped to his knees. The robe fell open, exposing her full tits with nipples hard as pebbles and her smooth-shaven pussy. Alex didn't waste a second on foreplay. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his thick, throbbing cock, and buried it inside her to the balls in one brutal thrust.

Anna gasped, a sharp cry of pleasure ripping from her throat as her pussy greedily swallowed him. He started hammering her—deep, punishing strokes—his heavy balls slapping against her slick lips. Each impact sent her tits bouncing, her moans rising into breathless, desperate screams.

"Fuck me harder, baby... I'm your slut tonight," she rasped, clutching his back and digging her nails into his skin. Alex growled, pounding faster, feeling her walls clamp and flutter around him, her body trembling on the edge. He couldn't hold back anymore. Thick, hot cum erupted inside her in powerful jets, flooding her tight cunt to the brim. Anna came with a scream, squirting hard all over his stomach and the soaked sheets.

They collapsed together, gasping for air, his cock still twitching deep inside her. In moments like that, no words were needed—just bodies, sweat, and want.