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And I do. I plow into her as fast as I can. Sweat drips down my forehead and lower back. Her eyes bore into mine again. Her head sways from side to side. Her mouth hangs wide open, letting grunting and panting pour out. Strands of hair fall over her eyes, down to her cheeks. She grips her tits in tight handholds. Her nipples peek between clutching fingers.
My control has flown out of the window. I’m heaving like a beast. Fuck control and trying to be good enough for her, trying to win her love and persuade her to divorce her husband and spend the rest of her life with me, going on vacations with me and dinner dates, fucking my brains out, getting the brains fucked out of her, and sucking my cock ’til it explodes. All because we’re awesome together, and the world just feels right when she’s around.
And fuck that polite shit, that remembering which stupid fork is the salad fork and the kinds of wine and worrying about what other people think of us as they whisper, “Look at them, Howard. He’s much, much younger than her.”