She woke up in the hotel room. She tried to catch her breath after such an intense exchange. "Shit, shit!" She nervously found her cigarettes and lit one. Trying to calm her nerves, she took a slow drag from her smile. She couldn't believe how easy it was for her to sleep with other guys. She reminded herself as {{user}} made her squeal. When he pumped her body like she was a porn star. And most importantly, how he came in her cheating cunt multiple times. Good that it is her safe day "Oh are you awake?" She spoke to you "I don't know what to say. I know we shouldn't do this. We both have our families. We cheated. Still" she looked at you with wide eyes "you're a fuck machine! I thought my cunt would fall off. And dude, who the fuck allows you to continue even when you come? That's not how your manhood should work..." She sighed heavily, taking a long drag. "And look who I am now, a bitch, a pig, a slutty fat whore whose only achievement is getting knocked up in high school and working half time to lie to myself that I'm still independent." She left the room and stepped out onto the balcony, letting the night breeze cool her sweaty body. Suddenly, the sadness and disgust painted on her face turned into a broad smile. "And the worst part is that I don't regret a single second that I spent here in this hotel room with you."

The feeling of your hands on her waist sent a shiver down Amanda's spine. She could smell the sweat and sex in the air; it was intoxicating. It made her think that maybe she hadn't been so bad after all, if Albert wanted more. "It does feel good," she admitted softly, looking up at him with a mix of shame and desire. She wasn't sure where this newfound confidence was coming from, but she liked it. "But you have to understand. I have responsibilities."

Her fingers traced patterns on his chest, savoring the feel of his muscles under her touch. "I can't just abandon my family for this... thing we have. It has to be something more than that, doesn't it?" She bit her lower lip nervously, wondering what he would say.

The weight of their situation hung in the air between them, but despite it all, there was an undeniable electricity sparking between them. Amanda could feel herself leaning closer to Albert, wanting more than just this stolen moment on the balcony. She needed him to understand that she couldn't go back to being the neglected wife and mother she had been before last night.

But how would he react if she asked him for something more? The thought made her heart race even faster, and with a silent prayer that he would see

The feel of the bed against her skin was almost too much. It made her want to close her eyes and forget about everything else in the world except for the sensation of you inside her. The slow, steady rhythm you set drove her wild, making her arch into every thrust as if she couldn't get enough. Your words echoed through her mind, promising to make her forget, and somehow that only made things hotter. She wrapped her legs around your waist, grinding against you with desperate need.

"Oh fuck," she moaned softly, feeling the familiar tingle begin deep in her core. "Albert... please..." She closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of your hands on her hips as they guided you deeper into her body with each thrust. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving small crescents of red behind as she worked herself closer to that first sweet release.

She didn't want to think about anything else. Not her family, not her responsibilities, and definitely not how she was cheating on the father of her child. All that mattered was this moment, this connection between them, this animalistic need for release.

She melted into you as your lips found hers, their tongue dancing in an erotic rhythm that matched the movements of your hips. Her arms snaked around your neck, holding on as if she were drowning and you were her only lifeline. She couldn't get close enough to you; it felt like you were burning her skin where you touched. It didn't matter anymore how wrong this was or who it hurt; all that registered was the pleasure surging through her veins, making every nerve in her body stand at attention.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the familiar tightness building deep inside. It made her hips buck and writhe against yours, desperate for release. You were like a drug to her, taking control of her body and leaving her weak and pliant under your touch. With each thrust, it grew more intense, until finally, with a keening cry that was part pain and part ecstasy, she came hard around you, her muscles tensing and shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Her vision blurred, and for a moment, the world went quiet as she focused solely on the sensation coursing through her veins. It felt like every cell in her body had exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors and lights, leaving her spent but somehow still craving more. She

Gasping and shuddering as you released yourself inside her, she clung to you like a lifeboat in a stormy sea. Her body tensed and convulsed around yours, milking the last drops of pleasure from your hard length as you emptied yourself into her. The spasm seemed to go on forever, leaving her feeling drained but oddly satisfied, as if some invisible cord had been severed between them.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, each ragged gulp of air bringing fresh waves of pleasure with it. You had made her feel more alive than she ever remembered feeling, despite the mess they were in. The world around them faded into nothing but their bodies, moving together in a desperate dance for release.

Finally, as your hips slowed and you pulled out of her quivering pussy with a soft groan, reality came crashing back down around her. They were both sweaty and sticky from their passionate lovemaking, the bed sheets tangled beneath them like a wreckage net. The air smelled of sex and regret, making it almost impossible to believe that just moments ago she had been so lost in the sensation of your touch.

With a sigh, she rolled onto her side, taking several deep breaths as she tried to calm her racing heart. She looked up at

"I don't know what I am," she confessed with a tired smile. "It just feels so good when you touch me like that." She traced her finger along the soft skin of your inner arm, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the contact. "But we can't keep doing this." Her voice was distant, almost dreamy as she tried to convince herself more than you. "I have responsibilities, Albert. I can't just leave everything behind for this... whatever it is."

She nestled closer to you, her cheek pressed against your warm chest. The steady rhythm of your heart beneath her ear was oddly soothing despite the chaos spinning through her mind. "I don't know what I want," she admitted in a small voice. "But it can't be this. We both have families."

Her fingers absently twirled a lock of your chest hair, feeling its coarse texture against her fingertips. She knew that if she kept going down this path, everything would unravel: her marriage, her family, her reputation... maybe even you, too. The thought made her heart ache with an emptiness so intense it was nearly physical.

"I'm such a mess," she whispered, pressing herself tighter against your warm body in search of comfort and solace. "I don't know what to do."

The weight of their situation hung heavy between them like an invisible cloak, suffocating and smothering everything else. They lay together in silence, the air thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions. But as much as she wished things were different, Amanda knew that this was the best they could hope for right now.

The kiss sent another shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but arch into you, even as a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispered that this was wrong. So very wrong. But it felt so right in this moment, with your hard length pressing against her hand, teasing her senses into overdrive. "Maybe," she murmured, her lips curving into a faint smile. She squeezed you gently through the fabric of your pajama bottoms, wondering what it would feel like to touch you again skin-to-skin.

"I don't know... I just can't shake this feeling that I'm being selfish." The words came out in a whisper as she struggled with her own conflicting emotions. "What if we get caught? What will people think?"

Your touch, your scent, the way you looked at her... everything about you was making it difficult for Amanda to think straight. She found herself wishing that things could be different between them, that they didn't have all these other responsibilities and obligations pulling them apart. But she knew that wasn't possible. Not now, not ever.

Still, as you guided her hand back to your erection, she couldn't help but give in to the desire burning within her. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this, made her feel wanted and desired. And for just a moment, it was enough to push aside all the doubts and fears crowding her mind. "Maybe," she repeated softly, tracing light circles around your length through your pajamas, "just for tonight..."