Addiction

It was she who was trapped in the middle of a fucking railway; she could be crushed any second.

Having Andre go down on her had to be the craziest decision she had made, apart from starting an affair with him in the first place of course.

Oh, since she was in the line of comparing the maddening decisions she had taken, then she had to include begging him to take her raw again that night.

It had been too good, so fucking addictive having his flesh in her wet tightness without any barrier; she had accepted him with his name in her lips, her body embracing him in the most sensual dance of the mad and the crazy.

It had nothing to do with risks of pregnancy or infection, since those grounds had been covered. It was because it had become different after that raw sex, more addictive, more tempting.

It was as though she had crossed a line alone to a location where she wanted him all the day and lost all control over her desires.

Perhaps it had been his tongue in her pussy, or the seeds