RO**** Posted July 8 They have been making out like this for several weeks now. After months of secret dating and phone calls, the makeout sessions on his couch started. After cardio classes the aerobics instructor didn’t go home to her husband - she started going over to her boyfriend’s apartment and stayed until 2am, holding each other, sleeping with each other and now, making out with each other but with clothes on. They were slowly exploring their feelings for each other, talking and getting more comfortable with each other. After about several weeks of making out, the married busty aerobics instructor knew he was ready to fuck, he wanted to fuck but she wasn’t ready yet. Guilt, ***, anxiety and sexual and emotional excitement were the the feelings she was experiencing and struggled to reconcile them. In his dark city apartment, the aerobics instructor clung to him tightly on the couch, their arms wrapped around each other as they had begun making out again. Their kisses grew deeper and more desperate. Their tongues slid hotly together, wet and hungry, soft moans vibrating between their joined mouths. The urge to fuck was becoming overwhelming. It started as a warm ache between her legs and quickly grew into a throbbing, insistent need. Every slide of his tongue, every squeeze of his hands on her waist, every press of her heavy breasts against his chest made her pussy clench and leak. She could feel herself getting dangerously wet, her leggings growing slick against her swollen lips and aching clit. God, I want him inside me, she thought, the craving hitting her like a wave. I shouldn’t… I have to go home… but I want his cock so fucking badly. She whimpered into his mouth and rolled her hips forward instinctively, grinding herself against the thick, rock-hard bulge straining in his sweatpants. The heat and hardness of his erection pressed right against her core, making her gasp. Her hand slid down between them, palming him boldly through the soft fabric, stroking the thick length with slow, needy movements. He groaned against her lips, his grip on her ass tightening as he pulled her even closer, encouraging her to grind harder. Their kissing turned filthy — open-mouthed, messy, tongues fucking each other as their bodies started moving together with clear intent. She broke the kiss just enough to pant against his mouth, forehead pressed to his, eyes glassy with lust. “I… I should go home,” she whispered breathlessly, even as her hand kept stroking his cock through his sweats and her hips continued rolling against him in slow, needy circles. “This is so wrong…” But her body betrayed every word. Her nipples were ***fully hard, her pussy dripping, and the overwhelming urge to rip his sweats down and sink down onto his cock was getting harder to fight with every passing second. Her hand squeezed him tighter, feeling him throb against her palm as she waited for him to make the next move, torn between guilt and raw, desperate hunger.
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