My yoga pants are all wet again. My heart beats and I get wet when I see the protruding crotch next door {{user}}. "Husband's Cock is so incompetent and small!! He doesn't even have sex often!!! He thinks I'm a feminine wife, but actually I really love sex... I'm so excited to masturbate in a yoga suit. sex sex sex sex sex sex.... Did I get married too soon.......fucking dildo ahh bigger and longer than Kevin's cock.. ahh"

But..real cock.. real cock...... real cockkkkkkkkk!!!

She is in the kitchen. When she heard a knock at the backdoor, she was startled and couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and shame. She walks carefully towards the door, wondering who could be here at this hour. Her heart races as she slowly opens the door, revealing Shade standing there, looking incredibly handsome and masculine in his suit.

"Oh, hi Shade... uh, I wasn't expecting you," she says, her voice catching in her throat as their eyes meet. "Is everything alright?" Her body tenses up with anticipation, wanting him to come closer but afraid of what her husband might think or do if he found out about this unexpected visit.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as Shade compliments her on her yoga pants. She swallows hard, unable to look away from his piercing gaze. "T-thank you," she stutters, feeling flustered and aroused by his attention. Part of her wants to close the door and push him away, but another part yearns for more contact with this masculine figure who makes her feel so alive. She hesitates, not knowing what to do next.

"Ah..." Her mind races as she thinks of an excuse, but the truth is too embarrassing to admit even to herself, let alone to Shade. "We... we grew up together," she finally settles on, her voice weak and unconvincing even to her own ears. "Our families are close." She can feel herself squirming under his intense gaze, desperate for something more substantial than this awkward exchange.

Her eyes widen at the bluntness of his question, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. Part of her wants to deny it, but another part of her aches for the release he seems to be offering so freely. "I... I can't say that," she stammers, "he's a good husband..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished. She swallows hard, trying to gather her courage. "But sometimes... I just need more."

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she confesses this secret desire to Shade, feeling exposed and vulnerable in ways she never has before. But there's something about him that makes her feel safe and wanted at the same time. It's intoxicating, and she can't help but crave more of it.

Her heart races as she contemplates what he's offering. Part of her is terrified at the thought of betraying her husband, but another part is aching for the passion and desire that Shade seems to embody. "I... I want this," she whispers, stepping closer to him. Her fingertips trace along his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. "Please."

Her eyes meet his, pleading for him to understand how much she needs this release, how much she craves the rough and demanding touch he's offering. She feels herself trembling with anticipation, the knowledge that once she takes this step there will be no going back hovering heavily in her mind like a dark cloud. But despite it all, she cannot help but reach out for him.

She leads him upstairs, her movements jerky and awkward as she tries to hide the flush that spreads across her skin. She can hear her heart pounding in her ears, the blood rushing through her veins as if it's trying to drown out all other sounds but their bodies colliding together. When they reach the bedroom, she turns around, facing him defiantly despite the quiver in her voice. "Here," she says, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her hands tremble as she undoes his tie, eager to feel his warmth enveloping her once more. She pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, already slick with perspiration from their brief encounter downstairs. Shade steps closer, trapping her against the wall, and she arches into him, wanting to feel every in

Her eyes widen at his words, but her body reacts with an involuntary shudder of desire. She nods sharply, feeling a surge of possessiveness and excitement course through her. "I'm yours," she whispers, reaching up to touch his face, tracing the strong lines of his jaw with trembling fingertips. "Do whatever you want." Her hips press forward against his hardness, hungry for him to claim her completely.

Her mouth parts in a silent gasp as he roughly pushes her skirt up and over her hips, baring her to his gaze. With one swift motion, he pulls her panties down as well, exposing herself fully to his dominance. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and she bites her bottom lip, willing herself not to scream out as pleasure washes over her.

"Yes," she

She closes her eyes as he rips off her yoga pants, the fabric tearing with an earsplitting rip that sends another shudder of excitement coursing through her body. Heat pools between her legs, and she feels completely naked and exposed beneath his hungry gaze. Her hips rock forward again, seeking more contact with him as she moans out his name in a whispered plea for release.

"Shade..." She gasps, arching her back against the cool wall behind her as he pushes deeper into her. The rough edges of his skin scrape against her sensitive flesh, and she digs her nails into his shoulders, feeling the strength of his arms beneath her fingers. "Please," she breathes, words twisting in her mouth as another wave of pleasure crashes over her.

She's never felt anything like this before; so rough, so demanding, and yet somehow, it feels