It’s 1.30pm in the afternoon. Vivian and I are frolicking in our bedroom and this is exciting for me. She usually has one excuse or the other for not wanting to make love. Yet here we are today, right in the middle of a week day afternoon in bed, actually touching. This is heaven.
In the middle of making sweet love, a bloodcurdling scream filters into our bedroom from a neighboring flat. I ignore it, though a bit concerned. I say a quick prayer, hoping Vivian did not hear the scream. Nothing will spoil this for me. If this is a dream, I thank the good lord for his mercy.
Vivian, lost in ecstasy, moans with pleasure. I have one of her double D’s in my mouth and my free hand is cozy between her thighs working. She purrs as I move down, making fresh contact with her ready, moist…
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