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She knew she shouldn’t respond, knew she should just delete the message and move on. But something lingered, something kept her eyes glued to the words printed on the screen of her phone. It was wrong, she knew, but the curiosity burned deeper and deeper the longer her eyes played over the message. As much as you’re right, I can’t let you win like that, she thought, reading over the message one last time before typing out her response.

“You keep forgetting I’m a married woman,” she replied, not really sure what she was getting into.

“No I don’t, sweetheart. That’s what makes this that exciting,” he said, stirring the butterflies in her belly. You’re right… She looked over at her sleeping husband, a peaceful look on his face, not knowing the things his wife does on the other side of his eye lids. He didn’t pay much attention to her and, lately, they did nothing but fight. She knew she should feel bad, but she found she couldn’t bring herself to those particular emotions without knowing it was a lie.

“What would your wife think about all this?” she asked, taking guarded peaks at her husband to make sure he was still sleeping.

“She’d be pissed, but she wouldn’t have any room to talk,” he replied, causing her to nod her head in agreement.

“You don’t think this is morally wrong? I do have morals, you know,” she said with a smirk. Well, I would if you weren’t such an ass all the time, she thought, once again looking over at her slumbering husband.

“Of course it’s morally wrong, but I think we’re a little past morals getting in the way of things don’t you think?” he asked, prompting a quiet giggle fit, quickly shutting up when she saw him stir.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, eyes closed, looking away from her.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep,” she retorted, heart thumping in her chest.

He grunted his response and resumed his soft snoring within seconds of the brief exchange. You won’t remember any of this in the morning. She looked back to her phone, scanning over the messages sent between the two of them. She wouldn’t have to seek the comfort and attention from another man if her husband had shown he cared for her even in the slightest regards, but he didn’t. It was infuriating, painful and, even though she was reluctant to admit it, almost liberating to engage in something so dangerous right under the nose of her unsuspecting, yet uncaring husband.

“I’m married so therefore I still have morals that won't go away, thank you very much!” she shot back with a grin, knowing full well it was a lie.

“You’re so full of shit!”

“We’ll see about that!”

“We will! You won’t be able to resist me when we see each other. You know what I’m capable of…” Her breathing became shallow, labored even, at the sight of his words. Her heart began beating harder, her tummy full of butterflies, as she read over his words several times. She could feel the moisture building down below, threatening to make her panties and shorts a mess at the prospect of feeling him mounted above her, driving his length home with every wonderful thrust.

With trembling hands, “Nah, I don’t think so. It would be easy to resist you since I still have my morals and you don’t.” And yet you fucking know me better than that…

“There you go with the moral bs again. I know you. I know how you are when the buttons are pushed in the precise order. You won’t be able to resist for very long, I promise you that.” His words seemed so very stern, yet so very sure of himself, causing the mess in her shorts to work it’s way through the fabric, threatening to invade the bed sheet next.

“Nope…morals…” was all she could muster as thoughts of him deep inside her raced through her mind, clouding against all better judgement as she slipped the flimsy barriers away, revealing her naked sex to the walls of their room.

“Morals that are all but non existent by now,” he said matter-of-factly, catching herself unconsciously nodding her head in agreement. She looked over at her snoring husband one last time before slipping out of the bed, making her way into the bathroom before quietly shutting the door behind her. She sat on the toilet, reclining, before looking at her phone once again.

“What exactly would you be doing to me right now?” she asked, shaking from her nerves, feeling her sex oozing and running over her ass before dripping into the water. How is it possible for someone to be this wet? She ran a finger over the protruding lips of her needy pussy, noting how open and ready she happened to be for a cock, any cock, more specifically his cock. She slipped a finger inside her, moving it around as her juices sloshed and made an even bigger mess of her already soaked cunt.

“It depends. Where are we? And who’s around?” he wondered, causing the wheels to turn in her head as she took note of her surroundings and how it could play into this dangerous game and scenario that he was more than willing to get into.

Tapping a finger to her chin, she continued to look around, thinking of some place that could be legit and totally terrifying at the same time. She was in the mood to be adventurous, to be frisky, to be totally reckless with her husband on the other side of the door. Realistically, though, she knew she couldn’t just let out her pleasures for her husband to hear and risk getting caught playing with him , but the idea of it made her tingle in the most intimate spot. “We’re at a party and we are both with our significant others. We see each other from across the room and there’s an instant attraction, an immediate need to have one another, but we know it’s too risky to do anything about it this early in the night. We continue playing this cat-and-mouse game until we’re able to get close enough to one another to secretly devise a plan without our spouse’s knowing what’s going on…”

“Ooohhh, that sounds interesting. So we try and make it a goal to discretely set up an opportunity for a little midnight romp without our significant others figuring out what’s going on? I like it. But what happens if they are trying to do the same thing?” he asked, causing her to raise her eyebrows at the unexpected revelation. It hadn’t occurred to her that her husband might have the gall to look at another woman the same way she was lusting after this man. She wasn’t sure if her husband had it in him, but, considering how well things were going in their marriage, would it really surprise her if he happened to be straying?

“You know, that’s not a bad idea. I don’t see why it would be so bad to try and get them together. That way we could be free and clear to do what we’ve been wanting to do,” she pointed out, noting the accidental slip up.

“We’ve been wanting to do? What happened to your morals, huh?”

Rolling her eyes, “Oh shut up, I know you’re not that dumb,” she retorted, no longer in the mood to play games with him. The desire down low was burning way too hot to continue their little banter. She was ready to play, ready to extinguish the flame threatening to get quickly out of hand.

“I know, I’m just messing with ya. Anyways, so we’re at this party and we see each other from across the room and immediately need each other. Question is, how do we separate ourselves to make this happen?”

“Some sort of signal, like a wink of the eye, a nod of the head, something. I’ll give it when I have to go to the bathroom. Wait a couple minutes and then join me. It would have to be quick, but I think it would be worth it.” Slipping a finger past her moist entrance, she envisioned him behind her, pumping his shaft in and out of her tight hole while she strained to keep quiet. She saw his reply but it was lost on her as a second finger slipped inside her slick opening, curling up, seeking out that tiny rough patch and rubbing vigorously. Oh fuck, so close, keep fucking me! Her fingers moved faster and faster, concentrating on her spot, as thoughts of him taking her so deep and hard raced through her mind. She wanted him so badly, wanting to feel what his cock could do to her sensitive cunt. So bad, she was willing to risk everything and have him come over as soon as possible.

“I can work with that. I see your subtle wink, wait a few minutes, excuse myself from my wife and make my way to the bathroom where you’re currently waiting. Now, you wouldn’t get impatient and let some other guy inside the room with you, right?” he asked, his question oozing with sarcasm.

“Depends how long you make me wait,” she shot back, knowing full well her pussy belonged to him.

“That’s good. I’d hate to have to go to your husband and tell him you’re in the bathroom getting fucked by another guy,” he replied with the wink face emoji.

“Then don’t make me wait…” She was hoping there was enough in her empty threat to get him to finally play along. She had been keeping herself on the edge of exploding, patiently waiting for the action to begin so she could finish herself off properly. “Cause, last time I checked, I’m still waiting in the bathroom for you.”

“Then you should be hearing a soft knock right about...now,” he said as a soft knock actually came on the bathroom door, causing her to jump and remove her fingers from her soaked cunt.

With a heavily beating heart, “yeah?” she softly called out, wondering if she was just hearing things.

“What are you doing?” the groggy voice of her husband came through the other side of the locked door as she quickly dried off her hand before locking her phone and opening the door ajar.

“Just using the bathroom. Do you need to use it?” she asked, drying herself up to give off the illusion that she had just gone pee, her heart still racing at the close call.

“Yeah, pretty badly.”

She stood up, realizing her shorts and panties were still by the bed. Oh shit! Please don’t notice… He rubbed his eyes as she slipped past him and walked briskly back to the bed before slipping under the covers. She felt the buzz of her phone, no doubt another message from him, as she waited for her husband to return from the bathroom. She knew she didn’t have the time to read the message until he came back to bed and fell asleep. It wouldn’t take long, of course, but she didn’t want to keep this man waiting any longer than necessary. That’s pathetic, she realized, noting how wet she had become just by thinking about him. I literally just dried myself!

“You weren’t lying,” she said to her husband as he emerged from the bathroom. “You really had to go.”

“Yeah, like painfully bad,” he replied, slipping back into bed before pulling her close to him. She tensed at the proximity, knowing it had been awhile since they’d made any real contact. She felt his calloused hands slide under her shirt, rubbing over her belly before venturing south, pausing as he felt the absence of any barrier that would keep him from making direct contact with her naked and excited pussy. “Where’s your shorts?” he asked.

“I took them off. It was getting hot in here,” she lied, hoping he’d buy it and go back to sleep.

“I can tell,” he began as his hand moved between her legs, “it’s like a sauna down there and…” feeling how wet she was, “seems like you’re in need of something.”

“You’ve no idea…” she said, looking at her phone as his hands played with her wet opening, eliciting a moan that gave him the invitation to continue playing with her, finding her clit and giving it much needed attention.

Without a word, he removed his boxers, mounted his wife and fucked them both to a mutual orgasm.

*

“Sorry!” she said for the fourth time after explaining to him what happened the night before. It was rare for them to be able to talk on the phone and actually hearing his voice was a nice treat. “I didn’t know he was gonna wake up like that! I also didn’t think he’d notice I didn’t have any pants on.”

“You had to let him fuck you though?” he asked. She could detect a little jealousy in his tone which made her feel unabashedly good. As much as she wanted the night before to be all about him, it was refreshing to finally get fucked by someone other than herself. I swear I can still feel him leaking out of me.

“What’d you expect me to do in that situation? Say no and raise unneeded suspicion?” As wonderful as the sex with her husband was, she did feel slightly guilty for leaving him hanging like that. She hadn’t expected for him to get on top of her, didn’t expect to have him take her like he used to when they were younger. Feeling him stretch her out as he fucked her deep and hard was such a delicious feeling considering the events that led up to him claiming her pussy like old times. The moment she felt her legs in the air, her knees up by her head, she lost it. She exploded on his cock, moaning out loudly, as he continued to rail her cunt deep and hard.

“I suppose you didn’t really have a choice, but at least he didn’t cum inside you, right?” he asked, a tinge of worry in his voice. She could say he pulled out and covered her stomach with his seed before collapsing next to her and falling asleep, but that would be a lie. Somewhere in the midst of soaking his balls with her ejaculation, he moved her so she was lying on her side while he remained on top, continuing to fuck her as hard as he could. She came once more before he grunted his approval, holding as deep as he could as he filled her needy pussy with cum that was still trying to leak out.

“He did finish inside me,” she answered with a bit of reluctance, knowing how disappointed he was going to be with her. I still can still feel it leaking out…

He sighed, staying quiet, no doubt upset with her for letting her own husband cum inside his own wife’s pussy. He felt a little ridiculous for the thought, considering he came inside his wife that morning, but, as it was, he happened to feel a little selfish when it came to the one he wanted the most. “I mean, I guess I don’t have much room to talk,” he admitted.

“What? When?” she asked, feeling just as jealous as he did. “When did you fuck your wife?” The reality of the moment caused her to laugh inside at how ridiculous they were being. They had no right to be mad at each other for sleeping with their spouses even though each marriage wasn’t going well.

“This morning. It was kinda weird. She was the one who initiated things,” he said, causing her another pang of jealousy.

“So what happened? Did she grab your dick, get on top, ride you and then make you cum inside her?” she asked, noting her damp panties at the thought of him fucking his wife.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what happened. Good thing you two are on birth control.”

“This is true,” she agreed, rubbing her panty covered clit, not holding back the moan that sparked a very memorable session of phone sex between them.

*

Thrusting deep and hard, the head of his cock punishing her cervix with every vicious blow, her moans echoing off the plaster walls, as she writhes in extreme pleasure. He has her pinned to the bed, hands on her throat and her breasts, as he pounds away at her tight, soaked cunt, giving her every inch of his hard, throbbing fuck stick. The sensations are overwhelming, the impending orgasm threatening to rip her apart; the sweet, painful and delicious feeling of his cock abusing her needy and wanton pussy with every punishing blow. She’s never been fucked like this, never been taken with reckless abandon, used for nothing but sheer, needy pleasure…

“Ooohhh, fuck!” she cried out, twisting in the sheets, breathing heavily as she suddenly awoke. With a frustrated and exasperating sigh, “what the fuck, really? A fucking dream?” she growled, noting the sheen layer of perspiration on her skin, the slowing of her breathing and, without question, the soaked mess between her legs. Fuck this, I can’t take it anymore.

“I need you right now,” she quickly typed out, hoping it’d wake him up quickly.

After a few agonizing minutes the chime on her phone went off, signalling he had finally replied. “You need me? Like how?” he asked, clearly too groggy to get her meaning.

“I need you to come over right now, it’s urgent,” she replied, purposely being vague with him in case his wife happened to awake as well.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, still not catching on.

“No! I’ll explain when you get here. Hurry though!”

She got out of bed before going to unlock the front door, a rarity considering the neighborhood was actually fairly safe. Whether it was for the peace of mind or the fact that her husband was out of town, something inclined her to lock the door before heading off to bed. She quickly cursed herself for not having the foresight of the inconvenience that she caused herself by having to get out of bed just to let him in.

“Come in when you get here. I’m in bed,” she sent as soon as she slid back into bed. As much as she wanted things to be done properly - proper foreplay, sensual kisses and love making - the need for him was too great. The foresight for her bedtime attire was greatly appreciated as all she had to do was peel off her panties before quickly unclasping her bra and tossing them to the floor.

She lay stark naked, staring up at the ceiling, while she waited for the impending moment of his arrival. The butterflies began to churn, her heart spiked, as she realized what was about to happen. The acts of infidelity that she promised herself would never happen was on the verge of being shattered, completely torn apart by the need and burning desire that seeped from the depths of her neglected cunt. Oddly enough, she was okay with it, okay with opening her legs for another man to take what he truly wanted. Was it want? Or was it need that made all this possible? Or maybe it’s both, she surmised, lightly tracing a finger over her exposed clit while the ceiling fan worked the cool air around her wet and open lips.

About fucking time. She heard the front door open and then close before his footsteps could be heard on the hardwood flooring leading to her bedroom. The nerves and excitement began to truly build as she knew the moment of no return had passed as soon as her bedroom door opened and closed, seeing him standing there in sweatpants and a white t-shirt, taking in her naked form as she lay there unabashed, waiting and ready for his hard and throbbing cock to fill her to the hilt.

“Are you gonna stand there and stare at me, or are you gonna get over here and fuck me before I change my mind?” she asked, spreading her legs wide to give him a full on view of her open love tunnel, clean and shaven the way she likes it.

“I thought something happened with you and your husband until I realized his car wasn’t in the driveway. Then it hit me, ‘No shit, dumbass. She’s finally ready for you’ and, well, here you are naked and waiting with, what appears, a really wet pussy…” he trailed off as she bit her lip and gave her clit a little rub.

With a moan, “I need you, baby. I need you so fucking bad.”

Without further enticement, he quickly undressed and slid into the bed, pulling her to him before kissing her with a deep and burning passion that had been built up over the past few months. Everything was coming full circle and he wanted to enjoy every second of the time he’d have with her, knowing the opportunity might not arise again. She pushed him onto his back before swinging a leg over his waist, breaking the kiss, sitting up, before gripping his hard cock. She lined him up with her entrance before sliding down his meat pole, finally being able to relish the moment of feeling him inside her.

Looking down on him she braced herself on the headboard before giving him a seductive smile. “This one’s for me. The next one will be for you,” she said before riding him hard, not giving him a chance to respond. “Oh fuck yes!” she cried out, bouncing up and down on his hard dick, not holding back her moans as she did her best to ride herself to a shuddering orgasm.

He gripped her hips and tried to match her thrust for thrust, making sure every inch of his dick was swallowed by her tight pussy. Up and down she went, the bed crying out in protest, as the pitch of her moans increased, the walls of her pussy more constricting. He had the notion she was on the verge of climax judging from past experiences during phone sex but, even with the telltale signs and clues she’d give out, he wasn’t as prepared as he thought he’d be when she finally let loose and her ejaculation fluids made their way onto his balls as she continued riding him through her orgasm. Slowing down, she made small movements with her hips, squeezing him with the walls of her cunt as she took in his full length.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” she moaned out, grinding her clit against his pelvic bone. This was the first cock she’d had, other than her husband’s, in years. She loved the feel of him, the way he fit so perfectly inside her like it was meant to be. Continuing to look down, she slowly rode him, gripping and squeezing his cock as she moved her hips back and forth, her auburn hair falling around her face as she looked down.

“Better than your husband?” he asked, his hands moving to grip and squeeze her ass.

“Yes, definitely,” she responded, leaning down to kiss him, pressing her breasts into his chest as he continued to grip and knead her ass cheeks. He kissed her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he pulled her tightly to him, one hand on her back and the other still on her ass.

“Good,” he mumbled, thrusting up into her, causing her to moan in his mouth. Holding her against him, he began thrusting up into her over and over again, feeling her clamp down, her moans increasing, as he fucked her harder and harder from underneath. He worked his cock deeper into her, moving his hips higher and faster, causing her to break the kiss as she could no longer contain her moans. She buried her face in his neck as another orgasm ripped through her lithe body, fully tensing and jerking as the pleasure ran it’s course.

“Fuck, baby!” she cried out, feeling him pound her tight cunt as the wave of pleasure failed to subside. “Fuuccckkk mmmeee!”

He quickly flipped her over, taking her by complete surprise, feeling her legs being thrust high into the air. Gripping her ankles, he pushed them to the headboard, her knees hitting the pillow next to her head before continuing his onslaught. From the new angle, the head of his cock was able to hit deeper and more direct on her spot. She didn’t know what was about to take place, since it’s failed to happen up to that point, but a rush of fluids happened to jet from her pussy, arcing high enough to catch them both off guard and come down with a nice splat on her ass and on the sheets. She looked up at him with a horrified expression, thinking the worst had just happened, as he slipped his slippery tool back inside her drenched hole. “What the fuck just happened?”

“I made you squirt,” he replied with a wink, sinking deep into her once again. He was surprised with how much she squirted. Either she had been that worked up or that’s how much she produces. Curious to find out, he tried again, only to be further stunned by how quickly it happened a second time. Four good, hard thrusts and she was flooding the bed, producing even more lady ejaculate that happened to hit his stomach before cascading like a waterfall onto the sheets below. “I can feel it running down my ass crack,” she said with an embarrassed laugh, face beet red as she attempted to hide her embarrassment.

“There’s no shame in what just happened,” he said, working his cock back into her once more. “A lot of women either can’t squirt or don’t know how to.”

“Really? I didn’t even know that was possible!”

“Then you’ve never been properly fucked.” He gave her a wink before pounding her pussy, rewarding himself with one more fountain show before letting her ankles go. Laying ontop of her, he felt her ankles locked around his waist, pulling him as deep as she could get him into her. He kissed her neck before fucking that tight pussy of hers once again, feeling the urge for his own release.

“Then fuck me properly, baby,” she moaned out, arms around his upper back, legs around his waist, loving the feel of their embrace as he fucked her to another orgasm that had her clinging tightly to him as he continued to rail her.

“You’re so tight. Fuck, I don’t know how long I can last,” he breathed into her ear, trying to hold back.

“Do it, babe. Cum inside me. I wanna feel you, I wanna feel all of you,” she responded, squeezing him even tighter as she felt his breathing began to labor. “I can tell you’re so close. Just let it go, let it shoot deep inside me. I need it,” she coaxed him on, moving her hips with his as she kept squeezing his hard cock.

“Oh fuck!” he grunted, thrusting hard as he emptied deep inside her snatch, kissing her neck as she squeezed him tighter.

“I feel it, baby! I feel your cum hitting so deep inside me. It feels so sexy,” she moaned into his ear, trying milk every ounce of cum from his drained sack. She continued to hold on to him, not wanting him to pull out, as their breathing stabilized and their heartbeat slowed. Striving to keep him from softening, she kept squeezing and letting go of his cock, causing him to squirm on top of her due to the sensitivity.

“You better quit that!” he said, biting down on her neck as he pushed deeper into her.

“Or what?” she moaned out, squeezing him even tighter, feeling his cock jerk.

“You’re gonna get it again,” he replied, slowly moving in and out of her slippery cunt.

“Oh no…” she giggled, feeling him fuck her with slow, deep thrusts. “Fuck…”

He worked his cock as deep as he could get it, moving in and out of her slowly, almost as if they were making love. He could feel his cum escaping around his still-hard cock, making him want to fuck her harder and add more to it. He continued with the slow deep thrusts, gradually building up the speed and intensity with every stroke until he was fucking her with a hard, steady rhythm.

He propped himself up, bracing his upper body with his hands, before pounding her tiny little cunt. He made eye contact, giving everything he had with every thrust, trying to convey how she made him feel. He could feel her clenching around him, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, body tensing as he felt her orgasm rip through her.

“Oh. My. God!” she screamed, holding on as he continued to fuck that tight pussy.

After her second orgasm he finally stopped before pulling out of her. “Are you done?” she asked, noting how empty she felt without him inside her.

“Nope. Turn over,” he demanded, waiting until she rolled over onto her stomach before raising her ass in the air for him. With his left hand, he gave her pale ass a good, sharp slap, seeing it redden almost instantly. He gripped his cock with his right hand, parting her lips and sinking to the hilt once again. Gripping her hips with both hands, he rammed hard and deep, eliciting a loud yelp as he repeated this over and over.

“Oh fuck, baby!” she moaned out, hand going to her hard clit as she began rubbing it, feeling the punishing blow the head of his cock was giving her cervix. As much as she wanted all of it, her pussy had been feeling a little sore at that point. He was right, she hadn’t been properly fucked in a long while and, while she definitely missed it, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Those thoughts were quickly forgotten as she felt him grip a handful of hair and really lay the pipe to her already well-fucked cunt, her moans and screams echoing off the walls as her hand strummed her clit with everything she had. She wasn’t sure what was going to kill her first - the impending orgasm or his cock as it mercifully fucked the shit out of her.

“Cum for me one more time and you’re gonna get another load of cum inside this pretty little cunt of yours,” he growled, giving it to her harder and deeper than she thought possible. Being the willing and able woman she is, she was happy to oblige and give him what he wanted, tightly squeezing his cock as the best orgasm to date ripped through her body, leaving her seeing stars and losing all accounts of time for a few minutes. She didn’t feel him unload inside her for the second time. She didn’t feel him pull out of her abused and aching pussy. She wasn’t even aware that he even left her bed until coming to minutes after it was all said and done.

“Wha...what happened?” she asked, not wanting to move as she heard her shower turn on.

“What do you mean?” he asked from the bathroom.

“You were fucking me, I felt an orgasm coming on and then nothing,” she groaned as shifted to lay on her side.

“Well you screamed really loud as we came together. I pulled out after I was done, but you had passed out,” he replied, walking over to the bed. “We should shower. We’re kind of...sweaty and dirty.”

“Ugh,” she began, trying to sit up, “I don’t wanna move…” She felt how tender everything was between her thighs as she swung her legs off the bed and attempted to stand up. Her legs felt like jello, causing her to have to use him as a crutch to get to the bathroom safely. “Holy shit.”

“What’s up?” he asked with a smirk, walking her into the shower.

“I hate you,” she sighed, thankful for not having to step over the edge of a tub as she walked into her shower, feeling the welcoming warmth of the water as it cascaded over her worn out body.

“Why’s that?” he smirked, pressing himself against her under the flowing water.

The tenderness between her legs came to mind first, followed by the unsteadiness of her jello-like legs, as she let his question linger between them for a few moments before answering him. “You know exactly why.”

“But I don’t.”

The feel of his dick between her ass cheeks was a little disconcerting considering she wasn’t sure if her sore pussy could take another round of abuse. As well as he fucked her only minutes ago, the prospect of going through it all again made her rather gun shy and understandably so. Give it a couple hours and I’m gonna be begging him again for it. “You were right,” she conceded, concentrating on the feel of the water rushing over her flushed skin.

“About what?” he asked, drawing a frustrated sigh as she turned to look up at him.

“You were right, I can’t remember the last time I’ve been fucked like that. Happy now?” she snapped, hands on her hips as she looked at him.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked with another smug grin on his face.

Turning away, “you already know the answer to that…” she trailed off, reaching for her shampoo. You can be so fucking irritating at times.

“I know, I just like hearing you say it,” he said, taking the shampoo from her and dropping a dollop into his palm before lathering up her hair.

“Yes, I loved it. And yes, once again, you were right.”

“About?”

“I do want to spend an entire night with you because I know what you’re definitely capable of…”

*