The fifth floor

Her hair was just long enough to wrap twice around my wrist. When I pulled her head back, she reached between her legs to help guide me into her cunt.

Her body, and now her mind, betrayed her husband as she called out my name.

For the second time in two days, my cock was buried inside someone else’s wife, and both of them lived on the fifth floor.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” they had said. “Would you like to come inside?”

Why thank you, I don’t mind if I do.

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