It was a sultry afternoon, the kind that seems to conspire to ignite forbidden desires. It had been months since I'd seen Ms. K, the tall brunette with curves that defied any attempt at self-control. That gorgeous, enormous ass, molded by jeans that seemed tailored, occupied my most secret thoughts. We were both married, trapped in parallel lives, but our five-year affair was an addiction neither of us wanted to give up. We arranged a quick meeting, supposedly just for a hug and a chat, as if it were possible to keep things so innocent between us.

We parked the car on a quiet street, away from prying eyes. The air inside the vehicle felt charged, every word exchanged between us a lit fuse. Mrs. K watched me with those brown eyes that knew exactly how to disarm me. Her jeans hugged her thick thighs, highlighting every contour of her sculpted body. "You're very quiet today," she teased with a mischievous smile, leaning forward slightly so that the neckline of her blouse revealed a little more than it should. I tried to maintain my composure, but the heat in her voice and the way she bit her lower lip were already pushing me to the edge.

Suddenly, as if reading my most obscene thoughts, she chuckled softly and, without warning, jumped into the backseat. "Come here," she said, with a mixture of command and invitation. Before I could process it, she was already removing her jeans, revealing lingerie that seemed made to drive me wild. When my eyes met her gorgeous pussy, exposed with a boldness only she possessed, my entire body reacted. It was as if all the blood in my system had decided where to concentrate. "C'mon," she whispered, spreading her legs and pulling me in with a look that promised paradise.

Me, at over six feet tall, and her, at 5'7" of pure sin, turned the backseat into a battlefield of desire. The space was tight, but the urgency was greater. I jumped back, nearly knocking over everything in my path, and penetrated her right there, feeling her heat envelop me like a flame. Every movement was a juggling act, our bodies adjusting between muffled giggles and suppressed moans. The car rocked slightly, and the fear of being caught only increased the adrenaline.

But Mistress K wasn't content with that. She gently pushed me down, making me sit, and tried to mount me. The position didn't help—the space was too small for our hunger. Laughing at our own boldness, she slid down, her mischievous eyes fixed on mine. "Leave it to me," she murmured, before enveloping me with her mouth. My God, how she knew how to suck. Her tongue danced with a precision that drove me mad, each movement more intense than the last. It didn't last two minutes. Pleasure exploded through me like a wave, and I came, gripping her hair as I tried not to scream.

Panting, we laughed at the chaos we'd created. Getting back into the front seat was another juggling act—legs tangled, clothes disheveled, the smell of sex thick in the air. We composed ourselves as if nothing had happened, but the gleam in her eyes said otherwise. "You know this doesn't end here, right?" she teased, adjusting her jeans with a smile that promised more madness.

And I knew it. With Mrs. K, there would always be more. Our fire never went out, and those escapades, however risky, were what kept us alive. Other adventures would come, and I was already counting down the minutes until the next one.

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