In Flagrante

Kaisa Nord stands before the mirror, sliding each heel into place with deliberate grace. She pauses, running her hands over the sheer black robe that barely covers her body, letting the silk cling where it wants. A sharp knock pulls her away. David Perry waits on the other side, eyes already hungry. He pulls her close, hands gripping the dip of her waist, murmuring how badly he’s missed her. She presses a finger to his lips, eyes flicking toward the house. Inside, her husband sleeps, unaware. She leads him down the narrow alley beside the building, heels clicking against pavement. The second they’re out of view, he has her pressed to the wall. The robe falls open. He drops to his knees, mouth between her thighs, tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes. Kaisa bites her lip to keep quiet, one hand tangled in his hair while the other slips down to rub her clit in time with his tongue. Her breath comes faster. She spins around, palms flat against the brick, and arches her back. David stands, frees his cock, and slides into her from behind. She gasps at the stretch. He fucks her in steady, deep strokes, one hand gripping her hip while the other reaches around to rub her clit again. She pushes back harder, chasing the friction. When he shifts lower and presses a slick finger to her ass, she moans into her own arm. He works the finger inside, stretching her slowly, then adds a second, fucking her with both while his cock drives into her cunt. The mix of pressure makes her legs shake. She comes hard, thighs trembling, the alley swallowing every sound except the wet slap of skin and the low growl David makes when he follows her over the edge.