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fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.

urgency; she's meant to be here. fuck. the wife'll be mad if i stay out too long at this hour. just going to the shops, i said, just need some smokes.

she doesn't believe me. i can see the distrust in her eyes, the hollowness in her replies. she knows i'm a liar, a cheater, a backstabber. but she fears being alone. so she says nothing. nothing as i grab my keys and slam the door behind me. not a single word.

even with a coat, the chill of a winter's night brushes against my skin. shudder. fuck. for fuck sakes, she should be here by now. how long do i have to stand here under the dim, unforgiving street lights, waiting, fuck. fuck. i stare at the park bench where we usually meet and it stares back at me. stares back with the chipped paint marks from her digging nails. it's all she has to hold on to while i ruthlessly fuck her. fuck. don't tell me she forgot about me.

then i smell it. the familiar, almost comforting stench of sweat and musky, bonnervair perfume wafts past my nostrils; i turn. she's standing there in sweat pants and a tank top. fuck. fuck. finally. i couldn't hold out much longer, love. i've been waiting for you. oh god, i've been waiting for this for so long.

before she can smile, before she can greet me, before she can make a move to avoid me, i've captured her lips in a smouldering kiss. she takes a step back, i take a step forward. c'mon love, i mumble against her lips, c'mon it's alright. she gives me a cold glance before unbuckling her pants and hooking her fingers under them. dunno why she even bothers wearing them; all she does is take them off. suppose walking around the street naked isn't legal. then again, neither is giving a root in public.

her trousers and panties fall to her ankles and she steps out of them, watching me, watching my breath speed up as lust takes over. oh baby, she whispers, putting her hands on the back of the bench and poking her tight little ass towards me, fuck me. fuck me. fuck me. i follow her lead, slipping out of my clothes and chucking them in a pile beside hers.

she eyes my cock, she knows it so well, every sweet spot, every vein, everything. you like what you see love, i ask. she nods slowly, mmhmm. i lean across her back so i can whisper in her ear, i can't hear you love, what did you say. i trace two of my fingers up her thighs slowly, teasingly. i like it, she pants. her slit is dripping in anticipation. i rub my fingers against her clit and she moans softly, wriggling her hips against me in a desperate attempt to find more pleasure.

i line myself up with her, teasing her with the tip of my cock. she's so quiet tonight; she's usually screaming by now. i push myself inside of her and let out a groan, oh yeah, you feel so good. i've missed this so much baby. she just drops her head and quivers under my stiff touch. i thrust in and out of her in an attempt to suck any pleasure i can out of the loose walls of her cunt. i wonder just how many people did she fucked before me today.

scritch scratch. another layer of paint falls to the ground below our feet. she lets out a long, strangled moan and bucks her hips against me. oh god harder, c'mon yeah mmm, harder. i can't, i tell her, i can't hold out much longer. her hips begin moving more frantically against me, so i pick up the pace along with her. suddenly, she screeches, tossing her head back. she tightens around me from the inside, clenching almost painfully as a thick wave of warmth passes my cock. a few more thrusts and i give her the same treat, filling her with my cum. she moans again, her legs giving way underneath her and she collapes to her knees. i fall with her.

pulling out lazily, i wipe myself clean before putting my clothes back on. she's still sitting in the same place, dazed, panting, cold. i walk over to her and slip a few notes into her hand and kiss her cheek. she doesn't move.

i'll see you next week, love, i say as i begin walking home, and hey. next week, don't spray that crap on yourself. your perfume makes me sick.

end. xx

Description
fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.

urgency; she's meant to be here. fuck. the wife'll be mad if i stay out too long at this hour. just going to the shops, i said, just need some smokes.

she doesn't believe me. i can see the distrust in her eyes, the hollowness in her replies. she knows i'm a liar, a cheater, a backstabber. but she fears being alone. so she says nothing. nothing as i grab my keys and slam the door behind me. not a single word.

even with a coat, the chill of a winter's night brushes against my skin. shudder. fuck. for fuck sakes, she should be here by now. how long do i have to stand here under the dim, unforgiving street lights, waiting, fuck. fuck. i stare at the park bench where we usually meet and it stares back at me. stares back with the chipped paint marks from her digging nails. it's all she has to hold on to while i ruthlessly fuck her. fuck. don't tell me she forgot about me.

then i smell it. the familiar, almost comforting stench of sweat and musky, bonnervair perfume wafts past my nostrils; i turn. she's standing there in sweat pants and a tank top. fuck. fuck. finally. i couldn't hold out much longer, love. i've been waiting for you. oh god, i've been waiting for this for so long.

before she can smile, before she can greet me, before she can make a move to avoid me, i've captured her lips in a smouldering kiss. she takes a step back, i take a step forward. c'mon love, i mumble against her lips, c'mon it's alright. she gives me a cold glance before unbuckling her pants and hooking her fingers under them. dunno why she even bothers wearing them; all she does is take them off. suppose walking around the street naked isn't legal. then again, neither is giving a root in public.

her trousers and panties fall to her ankles and she steps out of them, watching me, watching my breath speed up as lust takes over. oh baby, she whispers, putting her hands on the back of the bench and poking her tight little ass towards me, fuck me. fuck me. fuck me. i follow her lead, slipping out of my clothes and chucking them in a pile beside hers.

she eyes my cock, she knows it so well, every sweet spot, every vein, everything. you like what you see love, i ask. she nods slowly, mmhmm. i lean across her back so i can whisper in her ear, i can't hear you love, what did you say. i trace two of my fingers up her thighs slowly, teasingly. i like it, she pants. her slit is dripping in anticipation. i rub my fingers against her clit and she moans softly, wriggling her hips against me in a desperate attempt to find more pleasure.

i line myself up with her, teasing her with the tip of my cock. she's so quiet tonight; she's usually screaming by now. i push myself inside of her and let out a groan, oh yeah, you feel so good. i've missed this so much baby. she just drops her head and quivers under my stiff touch. i thrust in and out of her in an attempt to suck any pleasure i can out of the loose walls of her cunt. i wonder just how many people did she fucked before me today.

scritch scratch. another layer of paint falls to the ground below our feet. she lets out a long, strangled moan and bucks her hips against me. oh god harder, c'mon yeah mmm, harder. i can't, i tell her, i can't hold out much longer. her hips begin moving more frantically against me, so i pick up the pace along with her. suddenly, she screeches, tossing her head back. she tightens around me from the inside, clenching almost painfully as a thick wave of warmth passes my cock. a few more thrusts and i give her the same treat, filling her with my cum. she moans again, her legs giving way underneath her and she collapes to her knees. i fall with her.

pulling out lazily, i wipe myself clean before putting my clothes back on. she's still sitting in the same place, dazed, panting, cold. i walk over to her and slip a few notes into her hand and kiss her cheek. she doesn't move.

i'll see you next week, love, i say as i begin walking home, and hey. next week, don't spray that crap on yourself. your perfume makes me sick.

end. xx