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"Room 115."?I?ll be 10 minutes,? is the reply I get. I shouldn?t be here, I told myself it was a one-off last time yet here I am, waiting for my husband?s friend to come and fuck me. It had been eighteen weeks since we first fucked. Just before lock down started. Eighteen long weeks of suggestive messages, photos, videos, all designed to make me want him again and it succeeded. I?m gagging for him to use those magic fingers and make me cum relentlessly, to hold my hands behind Ataşehir Escort my back while he makes me take him again and again. My phone rings; I have to let him in the security door. I walk out the room wearing a vest and skirt, no bra, no knickers - just as he requested. He follows me back to the room, I can feel him staring at my arse as I?m walking. In the room we sit on the bed side by side and he kisses me - urgent kisses; he runs his Ataşehir Escort Bayan hand across my breasts, before sliding the straps down and letting them fall out my top. He moans in appreciation as his fingers seek out my nipples. ?God I love your tits,? he tells me as he sucks one nipple after another. I?m reaching for his cock, it?s fully hard and larger than I remember. I wrap my hand around him and he quickly removes his trousers, Escort Ataşehir giving me easier access. He stops kissing me. ?Are you wearing knickers?? I shake my head and see the fire in his eyes as he reaches under my skirt, another moan of appreciation as his fingers find my clit. I?m soaking wet already. He pushes me back on the bed whilst he kneels next to me. My hand is still on his cock, slowly wanking him, his mouth is on my lips, neck, nipples, his fingers rubbing my clit. ?Cum for me,? he says, the pressure intensifying. I?m nearly there, I knew it wouldn?t take long, I?ve been fantasising about it for the past few months and as he gently bites my nipple the first orgasm flies through me; he doesn?t slow up though and I ride straight onto the next, calling out his name.