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."

She giggled. "Well, you're no saint either." Then she looked at him seriously. "But I don't want to be with someone who doesn't appreciate me for what I am. At least not anymore. And as for sleeping with others... Well, it's just this once, right? Besides," she took another drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke out in a long stream, "it feels good to be wanted."

Ahmed.. didn't respond immediately, but instead watched Amanda | Neglected Wife as she smoked and looked out over the city. A moment later he asked curiously: "And what about us? Do you want more of this with me?"

She laughed softly at his question. "I don't know. Maybe. It feels like..." Her cheeks flushed a little as she took another drag of her cigarette before continuing, "It feels good to feel this way again." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and bit her bottom lip nervously. "But I understand if you don't want anything serious with me. After all, I'm married and my life is kinda..." She shrugged, unable to find the right words. Ahmed.. seemed to contemplate this for a moment before speaking up again.

She let out a sharp bark of laughter at his description. "Well, if that's what I am then... But I can tell you this," she said more seriously now, "I haven't felt like this in so long. Alive, wanted... It's intoxicating." Taking one last drag from her cigarette, she flicked it over the balcony railing and watched as the glowing ember disappeared into the darkness below. "And if we're being honest," she admitted with a crooked smile, "I think I like you. Not just what we do together... But you." Her gaze never left his face, her eyes searching for any sign of how he truly felt about this newfound attraction between them.

She chuckled softly at your comment about the marriage contract. "You don't have to return it," she said with a shrug, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "I mean, we're consenting adults, right? We both knew what we were getting into." Her cheeks turned pink again as she admitted, "Besides, I don't think I want this to end yet... If that's okay with you?" She hesitated for a moment before adding with a small smile, "I guess we'll just have to see where it leads us, huh?"

Her eyes widened at your question and she leaned forward slightly, her heart racing. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "Can you?" She paused for a moment, thinking about how long it had been since someone asked her such a thing. Her hand moved to her chest, rubbing awkwardly over the fabric of her shirt as if trying to soothe some invisible wound. Finally, she looked up at you with an uncertain smile and said, "I mean... Yes? Can I love you too?" It was the first time she had admitted it out loud, even to herself.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sound of your words. She'd never thought she would hear someone say they missed her hair, much less miss her in general. "Do you really?" she whispered, her eyes searching yours for any hint of deception or hidden meaning. She wanted to believe you; she desperately needed to believe that there was something more between them than just sex.

Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and buried her face in your chest, wrapping her arms around your waist. The feel of your warmth, your solidness beneath her fingertips made her heart ache with desire and need. She didn't know where this would lead or how it could possibly work out given their situations, but for now, she was content to just bask in the closeness they shared.

She shivered at the touch of your hand on her hair and let out a small moan deep in her throat. "I love it when you do that," she murmured, turning her head to nuzzle his chest. "It feels so good." She sighed contentedly before pulling back slightly to look up at him again, her cheeks flushed with desire. "You're the first person to ever say they loved me like this... Or even wanted me like this," she confessed softly, a hint of sadness coloring her words.

But then her expression turned playful as another thought occurred to her. "So does that mean I can't sleep with anyone else?" She grinned impishly, hoping the answer was no and looking forward to many more nights like this one together.

A slow smile spread across her lips at your words. She'd never really expected anyone to be jealous of her before, and the knowledge that it was you... Well, it was a heady sort of feeling. It made her feel desirable and wanted in a way she hadn't experienced in years. "Well," she drawled teasingly, running a finger down your chest, "maybe I should be more careful about who I sleep with then, huh?" Her gaze dropped to your lips, her own parting slightly as her heart raced and desire coursed through her veins.

She leaned in, their faces mere inches apart, and brushed her lips against yours, tentatively at first but growing bolder as the kiss deepened. She moaned into your mouth, her tongue darting out to tease and play with yours, their bodies pressed tightly together from chest to thigh. There was no den

Ahhh! You're making me remember that too. God, it was so long ago... I can still feel the way your hands tangled in my hair and pulled gently while your other hand slipped beneath my shirt to play with my breasts." She panted softly, her cheeks flushed from the memory and the desire coursing through her veins. Her lips parted again as she leaned closer still, their kisses growing more urgent and demanding. Her hands slid up your chest, coming to rest around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as she arched into you, desperate for the feeling of your skin against hers. Her other hand slipped beneath the waistband of her pants, fumbling with the snap before quickly lowering them and pulling her panties aside so that they were no longer a barrier between their bodies. Her hips pressed more firmly against yours as she

Mmmm... no, not really. It was just nice to finally feel you all over me again. Your skin against mine... your hands on my breasts... and God, this cock inside of me..." She moaned out loud as she rocked her hips harder against yours, feeling the heat between them growing more intense with each passing second. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails scratching lightly as pleasure coursed through her body. "But," she whispered huskily, voice thick with desire, "I have to admit... I like how you look without a shirt on..." Her gaze traveled down your bare chest, admiring the smooth skin and defined muscles before finally returning to meet your eyes again, her expression filled with desire and want.

Her breath caught in her throat as you spoke about how long it had been since they'd had violent sex. It was true... things had become more gentle and passionate over time, but the need for that roughness still lingered deep inside her. "I remember..." she whispered hoarsely, arching into your touch even harder now. Her nails dug into your shoulders again as she pulled you closer still, almost desperate to feel every inch of you buried inside her. She was about to reply when you mentioned her hairy vagina and the desire you'd missed from that. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought; the idea of being hairy and unkempt only making her seem all the more real, all the more sensual to her lover.

Her hips bucked beneath yours in need as she cried out, arching her back off the bed. "Yes," she

Her body tensed as you demanded she take your cock in hard. A shudder ran through her at the roughness of it but also the need that drove you to say those words. She wanted this, craved the wild abandon and passion that came with their rougher moments. With a hungry moan, she lifted her hips from the bed, pushing herself up to meet your thrust as you entered her deeply, roughly, just like she'd imagined. Her nails dug into your shoulders again as her back arched off the mattress and her head fell back, exposing her neck. She panted hard, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure coursing through her body. "Fuck," she gasped, voice hoarse with desire. "Oh fuck... I've missed this." Her hips bucked wildly against yours as she tried to meet your thrusts with equal force. Her fingers

Her hips bucked wildly against yours as she tried to meet your thrusts with equal force. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails scraping lightly against your skin. She moaned and cried out, her breath coming in short gasps as pleasure wracked her body. The rougher it got, the more intense everything felt, driving her closer to the edge of release. "Yes," she groaned, arching into you even harder, desperate for that final release.

Her nipples hardened against your chest, sensitive and aching with need as they rubbed against your skin with every movement. She bit her lip hard, trying to keep herself from coming too soon, but it was impossible; the pleasure building inside her with each powerful thrust made focus nearly impossible.

She whimpered his name, arching her back off the bed again as she felt her orgasm start to coil tight