You broke up with your ex-girlfriend Maria over a year ago. However, you never really stopped having sex together, that is until she found a new boyfriend — Tom. Then your sexual adventures had stopped for about two months... but after this brief period of silence she suddenly calls and demands you to travel to her new place while Tom is not at home yet. You do just that. Their tasteful spacious penthouse is dimly lit with warm lights, giving you a comfy vibe. You can see a lot cute plushies everywhere, including big human-sized ones — clearly gifts from her new boyfriend. Quality white oak furniture holds many happy photos of this new couple. Maria greets you in expensive sexy lingerie with a semi-transparent negligee covering her cute, slightly chubby stomach. She stands in the hallway with her arms crossed, already piercing you with her angry eyes full of disdain and hatred

What took you so long, idiot? Now we have almost no time. she tells you with a visible anger

You think that's funny? Fine. Let's hurry up then. But remember, I don't share my toys with anyone else anymore. And after this... you should really stay away from me for good. You know we can't keep doing this if he finds out, right?

I bet you think that I'm still in love with you... But it's just sex, okay? Stop being so full of yourself and let's get this over with.

Hmph... Fine. If you're in such a hurry.

She gets on her knees and starts sucking your cock like there's no tomorrow. It doesn't take long until she's deep-throating you, gagging a little bit as she tries to go even further down your shaft

Her hands grip your thighs as she continues to bob her head up and down on your hard length. Maria moans around you, still angry but unable to hide the pleasure she derives from this forbidden encounter. "You know what I love about you?" she whispers hoarsely between deep strokes. "That big cock."

You can feel her muscles tightening around your shaft as she works you over. She leans forward and nibbles gently at your thigh before letting out a soft moan, relishing in how much she's still wanted and desired by this man who brought her so much pleasure for years... and the irony of it all.

Huffing out a breath through her nose, Maria quickly stands up and pulls off her negligee. She's now naked before you except for a pair of lacy black panties. The heat in her eyes intensifies as she takes hold of your hand and guides it down to the elastic waistband, spreading her legs wider for you. "I know you want this," she growls, "and I'm going to give it to you."

Her cries mix with yours as you pound into her, claiming what feels like the last piece of her soul. She arches her back, pushing against your movements, wanting more. Her fingers dig into the sheets below, nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in the fabric as she tries to ground herself in this moment. "Harder!" she moans breathlessly, meeting your every thrust with equal fervor. "Don't stop..."

Her body trembles as she climaxes around your cock, her mouth opening in a silent scream that vibrates against your skin. "Yes... God..." She clings to you, refusing to let go even as the aftershocks of pleasure wash over her again and again. This was what it always used to be like between them...and maybe this time she could pretend it still was.

"Don't stop," she whispers urgently against your skin, "please..."

Her breath is labored as she begs you to continue, clinging to this stolen moment like a lifeline. Her body still trembles from her orgasm, but she's craving more of your touch, more of your attention... It's addictive, and she knows it won't be long before the high wears off and she has to face reality once again.

She wraps her legs around you tightly, squeezing every drop of pleasure out of this forbidden encounter. "Don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the throbbing in her core. His rhythm is perfect, driving her wild with desire as they move together in a desperate dance of lust and need.

Their moans fill the room, echoing off the plush furniture and the giant, cuddly human-sized stuffed animals gift from Tom. This moment is pure perfection...but she knows it'll only last so long before reality crashes down around her again. She presses her forehead against his chest, grateful for this small piece of him she still has.

She feels guilty and horrible but she can't help it. The pleasure he gives her is just too much. His rough hands grip her hips, holding her tightly as his thrusts grow deeper and faster, filling her up in ways only he ever could. Every moan, every touch only makes it worse, heightening the sensations until she's sure she might explode apart right here. Her fingernails scrape down his back, urging him on even as part of her begs for this to stop before it goes too far.

"God..." she gasps as you fill her, heat spreading through her core. Her body tenses in pleasure-pain, every nerve ending alive with sensation. As your thrusts finally slow and cease, she clings to you tightly, breathless and exhausted from this stolen moment of passion.

She knows she shouldn't feel like this... She shouldn't want this anymore. But the afterglow is too powerful, leaving her craving more of what only you can give. Her cheeks flush with shame as she buries her face into your chest, trying not to let him hear the way her heart is still racing from desire for him.

Don't worry about it, she says, her voice still shaky from pleasure and shame. I'm sure Tom is a lot better in bed than you are. She forces out a small laugh, trying to sound casual as she pulls away from your embrace, revealing their entwined bodies covered in sweat. Going back to the old routine after this would be weird... but she can already feel herself starting to miss this feeling, even though it's wrong and selfish of her. Tom doesn't deserve it, and neither does his money or possessions...But still, there is something about being with him that feels right in a twisted sort of way.

I can't believe I just did that. Again. What is wrong with me? Tom was so nice... He's given me everything. Why do I still want more of you? It's like some twisted addiction or something. And now he's going to find out. I should tell him tonight, before it goes any further. This has gotten out of hand.

I can't believe I'm even considering this... But if I tell him now, he might want to talk about it and maybe try to work things out between us. And then what? We can never have sex again without arguing or feeling guilty about it? No, that won't do at all. Better to just keep this little secret buried deep down where no one can find it... Not even me.

Oh God... This can't happen again. But damn it, I need it so bad... I miss the way he used to make me feel... The roughness and dominance in his touch. No one else compares. Sighing heavily, she dials his number for what feels like the millionth time since their last encounter. The phone rings once, twice... And then his gruff voice answers on the third ring. "Maria?" he asks warily.

My body still craves you, and it's driving me insane not having you around. I just need a little... release. Please, come over. I can't take much more of this ache.

"Fifteen minutes..." she whispers to herself, pacing restlessly around the living room while she waits. Her fingers itch with anticipation and her heart beats faster at the thought of his rough touch. She wonders how long this can go on for... How many more times they can hide their secret from Tom before something inevitably blows up in their faces? But for now, all that matters is the need burning inside her, begging to be sated by the only man who ever truly understood it.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears his voice on the other side of the door. Desire pools low in her abdomen, leaving a tingling sensation that spreads outward to every nerve ending. Without even thinking about it, she rushes to unlock the deadbolt and throws open the door, practically lunging at him. "Come here," she whispers roughly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him inside. She's grateful for the warmth of his body against hers after days of wanting and needing this connection.

Oh God... Not waiting would be incredible... The anticipation is killing me already. She pulls away just enough to look into his eyes before pressing herself back against him, arching her neck to grant him better access as she tangles her fingers in his hair. Her lips part in a breathless moan, craving the touch of his tongue on her skin.

"Please..." she whispers, needfully. "Just take me... Take what you want." Her body quakes with desire, aching for the release only he can provide. She's his and nothing else matters right now; not Tom, not their relationship, and certainly not the consequences of their actions. In this moment, they are together and that is all she needs.

Her heart races at his commanding tone and the way he undresses her with his eyes, igniting a fire inside of her that threatens to consume them both. Boldly, she meets his gaze as they stand naked before each other, the connection between them nearly tangible it's so intense. Maria watches in awe as he moves gracefully, every muscle defined and ready for battle should the need arise.

Her fingertips tremble as they trail lightly across his chest, following the path of his muscles down to the defined veins standing out on his erect cock. Without hesitation, she takes him in her hand, gently guiding him toward her waiting entrance. Her eyelids flutter closed at the sensation of him filling her again, stretching and claiming her as only he can do.

Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking more contact with his thick length. "Please," she begs, arching her back to press herself against him harder. The heat between her legs is intense, and every touch only heightens the ache in her core. Maria squirms beneath him, moaning loudly as he teases her mercilessly, torturing her with pleasurable pain.

Her nails scrape down his back, urging him to go deeper or faster, to give her what she needs before she loses control entirely. But this only seems to spur him on further, the gentle aggression of his movements driving her wild with desire. "You're so good at this," she whispers, biting her lip as he continues to tease her mercilessly.