Secrets Affairs

Kai kept trying. Bree kept putting him off, but only on the surface—he caught the little grins and quick glances she tried to hide. She’d push his hands away in the kitchen, whisper about how wrong it was, then call her friend once the house settled down. Spilled everything: she loved the way he touched her, hated how easily it got her wet, felt like she was betraying his dad. Kai listened from the hall, dick already stiff against his shorts. Bree wrapped the call, peeled her clothes off, and stepped into the shower. Steam fogged the glass as she bent forward, spread her thick MILF ass, let the water slide down her cheeks and between her crack. Kai didn’t wait. He barged in, caught her mid-stretch. Bree gasped, nipples tight, but she didn’t cover up—her eyes dropped straight to the bulge in his shorts. They kissed hard. She tasted like mint and guilt. Bree spun, palms on the tile, ass out. Kai lined up and slammed in, water slapping between their bodies. He gripped her hips and fucked like he’d been holding back for months—deep, fast, relentless. Her moans bounced off the walls. They didn’t make it to the bedroom. He pulled out, she shoved him onto the bath mat, straddled him, and sank down on his cock again. Bree rode like she owned it—grinding, bouncing, slapping her tits in his face—until her thighs shook and her pussy clenched through back-to-back orgasms, cream coating his shaft. She planted her hands on his chest, kept squeezing him, told him not to hold back. Kai pumped up, balls tightening, and unloaded straight into her, hot and thick. His cum leaked out around his cock when she lifted off, but Bree just smiled, fingertips sliding through the mess. “We can keep doing this,” she whispered, “long as it stays between us.”