The secret meetings became a daily craving. Susana found herself counting the hours until her husband left for work or went to bed early. Alex waited for her signal — a quick text saying “back door” or simply the sight of her bedroom light turning off late at night.
They f****d every chance they got.
Some nights it was quick and dirty. Susana would sneak over during her lunch break when Alex was home from a job site. He would pull her into his truck parked in the garage, yank her shorts down, and f**k her hard from behind while she braced her hands on the dashboard. The risk of someone seeing the rocking truck made it hotter. She came fast and quiet, biting her arm to stay silent, while he filled her with quick, deep thrusts and sent her back home with his c*m still dripping down her thi
