Joaquin's voice crackled through the phone, oblivious to the chaos unfolding on my end.
'Morgana? You sound out of breath. Everything okay?' His tone was distant, laced with that perpetual distraction that had become our marriage's soundtrack.
Kevin's c**k throbbed inside me, buried deep in my ass, his hips grinding slow and deliberate, teasing the edge of another climax. His hand clamped over my mouth, fingers digging into my cheeks, while his other arm banded around my waist, holding me pinned against his chest.
The hotel room's dim light cast shadows over our sweat-slicked bodies, the silk sheets twisted beneath us like evidence of our sin. I could feel every inch of him, thick, unyielding, stretching me to the brink, the burn mingling with a pleasure so sharp it made my vision blu
