I never planned for it to happen, but the way she looked at me that night made it impossible to resist. We were sitting in her living room, drinks in hand, her boyfriend in the bedroom just a wall away, snoring from the long day. The air felt heavy, charged with something we both knew but didn’t dare say out loud.Her hand brushed mine first, light as a feather, then firmer, dragging her nails against my skin. My heart was racing, not just from lust but from the thought of getting caught. I looked at her, and she had that needy, dangerous look in her eyes. Without a word, she slipped closer, her thighs pressing against me. That was all it took.I pulled her into me, lips crashing together, tongue sliding against hers with hunger. She moaned softly into my mouth, her body already giving in. Her hands were everywhere, desperate, clawing at my shirt like she’d been waiting for this moment for far too long. The taste of her was intoxicating, the warmth of her body melting against mine.“Fuck,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat between her legs as she shifted closer, her breath hot against my neck. My fingers trailed down her side, slipping under the hem of her shirt to feel the soft curve of her waist. She arched into my touch, her hands moving to unbutton my shirt with trembling fingers.“We shouldn’t,” I murmured, but my voice betrayed me, shaky and tinged with want.“I don’t care,” she breathed, her eyes locked on mine. “Just touch me.”Her hands guided mine to the zipper of her shorts, and I could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric. My fingers slid beneath the waistband, brushing against her bare skin, and she gasped, her hips rolling forward to meet my touch.“You’re so wet,” I muttered, my voice thick with desire.She bit her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I need more. Please.”Her voice was pleading, desperate, and it sent a jolt of heat through me. I could feel her body trembling as I slid my fingers lower, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. She moaned softly, her head falling back as her hips pressed harder against my hand.“What if he wakes up?” I whispered, my voice rough.“Let him,” she said, her eyes dark with need. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”Her words were like a spark to dry tinder, igniting something deep within me. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down just enough to expose her soaking wet pussy. She hissed as my fingers slid through her folds, the slick heat of her driving me wild.“I want you to cum inside me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want to feel it.”The risk shot through me like fire, but the look in her eyes made it impossible to pull away. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, begging for release as she ground herself against my hand.“Okay,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “But not here.”She nodded quickly, her eyes wide with anticipation. “My room. Now.”

In her living room, she initiated contact, brushing her hand against mine, and we kissed passionately, her body pressing against me. She guided my hand to her shorts, and I felt her wetness, making her moan. We decided to move to her room, her eyes wide with anticipation.

I never planned for it to happen, but the way she looked at me that night made it impossible to resist. We were sitting in her living room, drinks in hand, her boyfriend in the bedroom just a wall away, snoring from the long day. The air felt heavy, charged with something we both knew but didn’t dare say out loud.

Her hand brushed mine first, light as a feather, then firmer, dragging her nails against my skin. My heart was racing, not just from lust but from the thought of getting caught. I looked at her, and she had that needy, dangerous look in her eyes. Without a word, she slipped closer, her thighs pressing against me. That was all it took.

I pulled her into me, lips crashing together, tongue sliding against hers with hunger. She moaned softly into my mouth, her body already giving in. Her hands were everywhere, desperate, clawing at my shirt like she’d been waiting for this moment for far too long. The taste of her was intoxicating, the warmth of her body melting against mine.

“Fuck,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat between her legs as she shifted closer, her breath hot against my neck. My fingers trailed down her side, slipping under the hem of her shirt to feel the soft curve of her waist. She arched into my touch, her hands moving to unbutton my shirt with trembling fingers.

“We shouldn’t,” I murmured, but my voice betrayed me, shaky and tinged with want.

“I don’t care,” she breathed, her eyes locked on mine. “Just touch me.”

Her hands guided mine to the zipper of her shorts, and I could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric. My fingers slid beneath the waistband, brushing against her bare skin, and she gasped, her hips rolling forward to meet my touch.

“You’re so wet,” I muttered, my voice thick with desire.

She bit her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I need more. Please.”

Her voice was pleading, desperate, and it sent a jolt of heat through me. I could feel her body trembling as I slid my fingers lower, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. She moaned softly, her head falling back as her hips pressed harder against my hand.

“What if he wakes up?” I whispered, my voice rough.

“Let him,” she said, her eyes dark with need. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder, igniting something deep within me. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down just enough to expose her soaking wet pussy. She hissed as my fingers slid through her folds, the slick heat of her driving me wild.

“I want you to cum inside me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want to feel it.”

The risk shot through me like fire, but the look in her eyes made it impossible to pull away. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, begging for release as she ground herself against my hand.

“Okay,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “But not here.”

She nodded quickly, her eyes wide with anticipation. “My room. Now.”

A forbidden encounter unfolds between a woman and her friend as they give in to their desires while her boyfriend sleeps in the next room. The intense sexual tension leads to a reckless and passionate night filled with sensual kissing, desperate pleas for more, and the thrill of potentially getting caught. The narrative centers around the woman's desperate need to be bred, her begging for a creampie, and the raw, messy, and reckless sex that ensues.

She begged me to cum inside even while her man was in the next room

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