He is married to my Czech BEST FRIEND

In the dimly lit backseat, the scent of cheap perfume and stale beer mingled with the humid Czech air. My best friend’s husband, his eyes glazed with lust and alcohol, fumbled with his belt, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His wife, she has no clue what’s about to unfold, but I do. I watch as his cock springs free, thick and veiny, a dirty smirk playing on his lips. He thinks he’s slick, thinks he’s got me where he wants me. I unbutton my shorts, slide my hand down, and tease my pussy, already wet from the thrill of it all. His eyes follow my movements, hungry and desperate. He reaches out, his fingers rough and calloused, gripping my thigh. I can feel the heat of his body, the raw animal need radiating off him. He leans in, his mouth crashing against mine, tongue probing, demanding. I can taste the beer on his breath, the salt of his skin. His hand moves to my pussy, fingers pushing inside, rough and insistent. I moan into his mouth, my body arching against his touch. He pulls away, his eyes locked on mine as he positions himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. “Fuck me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck me like you fuck her.”

The car fills with the sound of our fucking, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the wet sucking noise as his cock plunges in and out of my pussy. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my soft flesh, leaving bruises. I can feel every inch of him, the thick ridge of his cockhead, the pulsating veins, the way he stretches me wide open. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. His breath comes in harsh pants, his body slick with sweat. He leans down, his teeth sinking into my nipple, biting hard enough to make me cry out. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. I can feel my orgasm building, the coil tight and hot in my belly. His movements become erratic, his thrusts wild and uncontrolled. He grunts, a low animal sound, as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot cum. I clench around him, my own release crashing over me, waves of pleasure washing through my body. We collapse against each other, our bodies slick and spent, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Outside, the world goes on, oblivious to the dirty secret we share in the backseat of this car.