Six weeks into their affair, Will's call caught Sue just as she packed for vacation with Ken. "Meet me Wednesday at the Sheraton Walden," he urged. "One last afternoon to brand you before you go." Sue's laugh was sharp as a whip. "You think your cock will haunt my nights with him? Bold. I'll be there, but I set the pace—no groveling from me."
Wednesday afternoon, she stepped into the suite amid strawberries, champagne, and roses. Their kiss ignited instantly, tongues dueling. "This peasant blouse is criminal," Will murmured, hands sliding beneath to cup her breasts. "Easy access for a man who's been starving."
"Starving and predictable," Sue shot back, yanking his shirt free. She unbuckled his jeans; they dropped. Her eyes gleamed at his large hard cock straining his briefs. "Look at that—already throbbing." She dropped to her knees for a blowjob, licking the tip, stroking the shaft while massaging his balls. "Mmm, salty and mine for now."
Will hauled her onto the bed, stripping her skirt and diving between her thighs to lick her wet pussy. "Dripping already, you horny minx?"
"Your mouth's the only thing worth bragging about," Sue panted, gripping his hair. "Now fuck me before I change my mind." She grabbed his cock, guiding it deep into her slick heat. They moved through missionary—her nails raking his back—then cowgirl, where she rode him with commanding rolls of her hips, ass bouncing. "Deeper, Will. Make it count." Flipping to doggy, he gripped her ass, thrusting hard as they sweated and panted. Sue came first, clenching around him; he followed, flooding her with cum.
Collapsing, they whispered of stolen time and missed chances, Sue's voice firm: "I'll tell you what happens with Ken... but every thrust will be you I'm picturing."
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