Anya – Afternoon Affair #37

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It finally happened—the second rendezvous with the stunning Anya. I was in Vegas, staying at the Crockford for a few days, and fate aligned perfectly for us to reconnect.

Anya and her husband joined me for drinks at one of the casino bars. We laughed and talked for about an hour before deciding to head up to my room for a few more cocktails.

In the living room, things heated up quickly. I leaned in and kissed her neck, sparking an instant connection. Anya responded, kissing me deeply. Our passion escalated on the sofa, then against the floor-to-ceiling windows, where she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth, teasing and working me like a pro.

She looked like a damn goddess, worshiping my cock with slow strokes and eager lips. I was in absolute bliss but craving more. We stumbled into the bedroom, where I spread her out and dove into her sweet, dripping pussy. As I devoured her, she tugged me up to take her.

The second I slid deep inside her, she lost it, soaking the sheets like a fountain. We flipped so I could lie back, and holy hell, she let loose, gushing so hard she had to pause, giggling as she grabbed a towel to mop up the mess.

Once we got back to it, I pinned her knees to her chest, driving deep into her tight, married pussy. Every thrust had her moaning, and I could feel my balls tighten, then explode, pumping my load deep inside her.