A Wild Night

A Wild Night As midnight eased into the early morning hours, my mental imagery was torture. I would alternate between fantasies of Rick fucking Anne in all different positions, with fantasies of Anne resolutely turning down Rick's advances, saying "No, I'm a married woman!"

A Wild Night Tellingly, my cock was rock hard as I imagined Rick ploughing into Anne's pussy. With guilty perversion, I stroked myself to an incredible orgasm, which brought on sleep. Suddenly, I awoke with the sound of the telephone. I looked at the clock; it was 2:26 AM!

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