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"Shit, I'm never going to get this report done," I whined, writing it.

"Need some help, Danica?"

I took a deep breath, but failed to look up from my desk.

I didn't answer either, but moaned a bit and wrote faster. "Just go away, Phil," I muttered, under my breath.

Although, I heard some footsteps and then saw his hands come down on my desk as well. I didn't utter a word or angle my head up for even a second. I held my position for over a minute, as did he where not a word dropped.

After that moment, I threw down my pen. "What, Phil?" I whined, looking at him.

"I just thought maybe you'd like some help, that's all. I respect you more than anyone else in this office, and I surely don't want you to quit over this work overload that our bitch boss has decided to give you. So, how can I help?" he asked, bringing his hands up.

"I don't want your help, though, Phil. You've made it abundantly clear that even though I'm married and have a step-son to go along with Tara, you're still after me. The flowers on Valentine's Day, the constant looks at me, and the waving to go along with it. What the fuck, dude, seriously? I'm glad we've been able to remain civil since we broke up a few years ago, but stop already. I don't need, nor want your assistance, gifts, or anything else from you. I don't mean any disrespect, but stop it already," I let out, slapping my hands on the desk.

He backed away somewhat and took a deep breath. I looked away and grabbed my pen from the floor. Then I resumed my work, but didn't hear any footsteps. I purposely didn't look back at him, but I still felt myself shaking a bit.

I bumped the desk with my knee. 'Crap, Phil, just go the fuck away. I'm stressed, ready to get out of here, and rather unsatisfied at the moment. I don't need you here at all, just get lost and work somewhere else.'

I was sure even if he heard my thought, he'd still fail to get the message.

I managed to peek at his legs a couple of times. 'I hate you, Phil, even as I've hadn't seen it in a few years now, I can visualize your cock perfectly. Yep, there it is, creating that bulge, you horny bastard,' I thought, before I had to peek at his face. "And you're just staring at me now. Why the hell are you doing that? Are you trying to piss me off now?" I bitched, before standing up. "It seems like you are, my eyes are up here," I corrected him, pointing at them. "You shouldn't be eyeballing my jugs; I don't care if you've actually seen them before. It is not appropriate at all. I'm your ex and coworker now, and I don't care if no one else is even on this floor now. Show me some respect!" I yelled, hitting the wall.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, peeking away. "You're right, yes, you are, but shit," he let out, placing his hands up. "I remember our night in Philly like it was yesterday, we went out to that nice restaurant, got a hotel, ordered wine from room service, and..."

"I wore that sexy red lingerie, and we had sex," I finished for him, before peeking at him. "You were a perfect gentleman and treated me right. I thanked you for that night, the day after, and a few times after that. Although, you weren't clicking with Tara. I didn't then, and I still don't blame either of you. Unfortunately for you, she was the most important person in my life, and there was just going to be a wedge there. We both agreed we should just end it, so please stop."

"Although, Danica," he pointed out, crossing his arms. "It still didn't take you long to meet your new guy. I know you're an enchanting blonde, but shit."

"For the record, his name is Robert, and Tara did like him. There is nothing I could do about it; I didn't know he'd be the one when I introduced them. It was at least a year after we broke up, so get over it."

He took a deep breath. "Okay, you just put me in my place, but it still doesn't make you any less beautiful, or me any less attracted to you either. Crap, you've become even sexier, Danica," he complimented me, scanning my body. "Wow, you were an incredibly hot MILF when I met you, and in a few years, you've become so much prettier and perkier too. I swear, I could search the earth for the rest of my life looking for a woman of any age, and I would never find one more dazzling than you."

"I said, 'Enough.', damn it!" I yelped, making my way around my desk. "I'm happily married and don't need to hear your praise. Whether you mean it just to make me feel good or you solely just add it into the ploy to get back into my panties, I'm saying stop," I made clear, getting in his face. "I haven't gone to that floozy we work for, but if you're going to force me, then I will. Thank you for that unrealistic flattery, but have that be the last time, okay? I know you're you, and it just goes against your good nature, but life's a bitch, period," I listed, before backing away.

He stayed silent for a few seconds and let out a deep breath too. I couldn't be sure what he was thinking.

"You're licking your lips and eyeballing my hooters again, didn't I tell you to cut out that shit?" I whined, closing the gap again. "Am I going to have to go to human resources about this? Are my boobs going to compromise this relationship? Seriously, tell me. What is it going to take for you to stop? So, what if I have a little crack sticking out? That doesn't give you the right to eyefuck me and butter me up, regardless of your intentions. Although, with all of your staring at me, it seems that you do want to fuck me."

"So, what if I do?" he attacked me, getting in my face. "My dick has been inside you, and I want it to take a trip into your pussy and mouth again. Is that a crime?!" he roared, backing away. "No, it's not a crime to want to have sex with someone. If it were, just about the whole population would be locked up. I can't help it if I want to have sex with you again, Danica," he whined, putting his hands up. "It doesn't work how you want or need it all the time. Congrats, you met someone else, married them, and gave Tara a new step-brother. That's great for you, but what about me? Am I just supposed to act like it doesn't bother me at all? We loved each other, but you gave your love to someone else. Don't you think that makes me feel differently?"

"Then quit, Phil!" I bellowed, stomping my feet. "No one is forcing you to work here, there are other offices to work in, and you can find one of them. You know, a job where you don't work with an ex? Why don't you do that?"

He clenched his fists and slathered his lips again for a moment. "Well, because I don't want to lose you, Danica. If there is any chance we could end up together again, I want to be close to you. As soon as it is time, I'll be ready for you. Whether you want to wait a month for sex or a year, I'll be ready to date and treat you like the queen you are, simple as that. I'll love Tara for the woman she is, and work my ass off to make her happy. That's what I have to say, and until then, I'm sorry, I can't just turn off my attraction to you. I can't possibly believe how ravishing you are. You're forty, but look twenty-seven. I'm sure you are easily the most elegant woman to walk the earth," he endorsed me, bringing his hands towards me.

"I don't think so," I snapped, shoving his hands away. "You're not touching my melons," I protested, covering them both up.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Danica," he groaned, angling his head down and backing away. "You're just intoxicating. I can't stop attributing you to being a goddess to save my life. Maybe it was easier for you to move on, but I can't. I jack off all the damn time thinking about us fucking; I want you so badly that it hurts."

"You, dumb, idiot," I whined, hitting my left palm several times. "Why would you tell me that? Why do you think I need to know that? Are you just trying to piss me off some more?"

"No," he answered, covering his face with both hands.

I jiggled around, and I couldn't resist retaking a look at his body too. My tongue also took a tour of my lips several times for a moment. I glanced at his face yet again and saw his hands still covering his face.

I hit my palm one more time before I calmly brought my right hand down to my crotch. I pushed onto my skirt and underwear to rub my twat a little bit. I did that all the while, I concentrated on Phil's crotch and outlined his wood yet again.

'You fucker, you're just tempting me now, aren't you? I remember all the times we fucked, but damn it, you've been relentless and keeping my feelings unburied. Just when I thought I had enough dirt on them, you can take a job working with me. Then every single day, you compliment me and rub some of that dirt out of the way so you can plant your seed back in me again. Maybe if you did get me pregnant, Tara would have started to like you, or maybe she would have just hated you even more. Who the hell knows, but I know these feelings are coming out now."

"Again," he groaned, dropping his hands and viewing me. "I'm sorry, and I'll do my best to make you feel comfortable," he stated, closing the gap. "I never meant to make you feel weary, but I'll have to let you go or leave. If it comes down to it, I will just find another job. I'll do what I have to please you, even if it does mean closing the door on us completely," he explained, before a pause. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

I began slathering my lips nonstop for a moment, and my feet started tapping the floor as well. I surely began knocking on the moral wall, and I couldn't be sure if I'd take it down or not. Although, I felt my pussy juice flowing down my legs.

Neither of us said a word for over two minutes as we both checked each other out. I was positive that Phil also saw my legs and reached the conclusion that he was, in fact, winning me over. Nonetheless, neither of us made a move.

After roughly two and a half minutes, our eyes met. We still didn't utter any words, but both of us did begin shuddering around even more. Our eye contact wasn't compromised because of that, but with every passing second, that wall came down a little bit more.

I breathed harder than I think I ever had before in my life, and my juice just kept coming out as well. I fought like hell to resist the temptation, but I nearly felt like a monsoon was escaping my cherry all because of him.

"You asshole, why are you rubbing your crotch?"

"Why are you doing the same, Danica?" he asked, looking into my eyes. "And is that related to what is coming down your legs?"

I swallowed and even felt a little juice through both my panties and skirt. It seemed like all the pieces were coming together for Phil to do something, but yet, he showed his own restraint and failed to do anything.

As our faces were only a few inches away, we glared at each other and looked into one another's souls. Plainly enough, we both saw the sexual desires, whether they were hidden or not. Our history came out right on my eyes because I remembered everything.

"I hate you, but I love you, Phil."

"And what does that mean?"

"This, douchebag," I announced, before placing my hands on the back of his head and my lips onto his.

To no surprise, he didn't object and even placed his hands onto my butt. We made out rather slowly for a moment and enjoyed the intimacy. I breathed even harder through my nose and just tried to comprehend what I had just done.

As I did, he caressed my butt ever so lazily and surely took advantage of the given situation. He failed to try anything just yet, which made me want him more. As a direct result, I rattled and even shed a couple of tears.

After a moment, I nonchalantly brought my hands over towards his crotch. "No," I groaned before I pushed him away.

"No, what?" he asked, stepping towards me.

"Stay away, Phil," I ordered him, pointing at him. "I'm not condemning you, but we can't get involved. I'm married, and we just can't do this."

"Are you sure? You just seemed really into it, though, Danica. Can't we explore our feelings and see where they take us?"

"No, what are you out on a mission to upset me?!" I complained, hitting the wall. "You've been like a puppet master, just doing everything you can to make the memories stay bright. In the end, it wouldn't even matter if I wore a burlap sack, you'd still eyefuck me, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, most likely," he responded, bringing his hands to his crotch.

"Wait, what are you doing? Are you undoing your pants?"

"Yes," he replied, right before they fell, and he pulled out his wood. "Don't you remember this guy?" he pondered, stroking it. "Go ahead, look back at your old friend."

I bit down on my bottom lip, but after only twenty seconds, he managed to woo me enough for me to slant my head down a bit.

"After all of two seconds, you're submerging your lips with saliva," he pointed out, closing the gap between us.

As he was only a few inches away, I eyeballed his dick like I was a mouse, it was a big block of cheese for a few seconds.

"No," I objected, looking back at him. "You're not tempting me, Phil. You got your make-out session, but that's as far as this is going to go, got it?"

He took a deep breath, but failed to put his schlong away.

"Just stop already, put your dick back into your pants and get out of here. I have work to finish and don't need you here, distracting me," I made it clear, going back behind my desk. "I'm serious, leave now, Phil," I commanded him, pointing at the door.

Although, that didn't work, and only seemed to be having the opposite effect I wanted. Phil casually made his way back towards my desk and stopped right in front of it. I still just attempted to get back to work and ignore him.

"Well, call me crazy, but the fact that you're not screaming, or running out the door, says that you do want it, is that true, Danica?"

My head stayed down, but I couldn't turn him down forever. He knew, and so did I, but yet, I fought with all my might to not peek at him and remain firm too.

"Dare I ask, would it turn you on if I suddenly just shot my load all over your desk? On your laptop, papers, stapler, and everything else? What if some of it splashed on you? Would it piss you off if I got some cum stains on your blue blouse and green skirt, or would it turn you on, Danica? Don't worry; you can tell me you'd like it, I won't judge you. I'm stroking my cock at the sight of that crack in your chest right now, so you may just find out soon. Of course, there is the crown jewel question, would you like me to fill up that crack with my seed again? We both know you loved it the first time."

I kept my head down for a full three minutes after he finished his little speech. 'We both knew I'd love to see that, but I can't pull the trigger, so to speak. The moral wall is solid, and I can't break through it. I can't compromise my marriage with Robert and my relationship with Kirk. Even if I just fucked Phil once, and they never found out, it would just be like an emotional cold sore I'd have for the rest of my life,' I thought before I let the pen slip out of my fingers.

I took a deep breath and slanted my head up just a tad so I could let my eyes all the way up and just barely see it. Needless to say, I began licking my lips yet again, even only from a small sight of him masturbating.

"Are you breathing heavily now, Danica. You're thinking about our date in Philadelphia right now, aren't you? I swear that blow job was beyond amazing, and then you just let me cum all over your breasts even with your clothes still on. I couldn't help, but to fill up that crack for you. Don't worry; I won't tell a soul about it. That can be our little secret forever, and if you fuck me now, I'll take it to the grave too, I promise. Go ahead, look at me, stick a few fingers down into your panties and get yourself off to me. We can pleasure ourselves together and show each other the lust we have for each other. Maybe I am a jerk that hasn't let you bury it properly, but it'll always be there. As if it is cancer eating away at you, but in a good way. A way where it leads to you getting laid and loving every second of it too. We both know you want to have some fun with me, so just let yourself have it."

Then I glanced at him. "Oh, I hate you, Phil," I moaned, vibrating a bit.

"Lift that skirt and let your hand into your underwear already. Just rub your pussy for a few seconds and let me see how wet it gets."

"I love you too, though, you asshole," I branded him, pushing my chair out from my desk.

I rolled myself around the desk and let him see as I lifted my skirt. "Is this what you wanted to see?" I inquired, letting my right hand into my panties.

"Yes, but push those panties down, undo that blouse, and let me see your boobs too."

"Aren't you a greedy bastard?"

"Yes, but we both know you want to showboat your sexy body. As I already stated, we both know that the years have been great to you."

"And you too, jackass. How many different mouths and pussies has that dick been inside since we broke up? We also both know that it has gotten bigger and thicker."

"Just a couple of ladies, Danica, but neither of them are you."

"That's too bad, Phil," I added before I undid my skirt.

Oddly enough, that just caused him to shut up. Then I pushed it off myself and calmly leaned back up. I brought my hands up to the top button of my blouse and began undoing it as well. A few seconds later, I saw his eyes widen as he scanned my nearly nude body.

After a minute, his loving mouth came back into play. "Holy mother fucking shit. Words cannot express how radiating you are, Danica, and that matching dark green bra and panty set is absolutely splendid on you too."

I allowed my hand back into my undergarments and began pleasing myself right along with him. We both kept our eyes on each other, but did not say anything. I evidently desired to check out his cock again, but I decided not to just yet.

'I know I've probably stepped onto the line, which is still wrong, but I have not walked over it yet. The hatred and love of him are both driving me, but to where? Shit, I don't know, but this feels so wrong, that it is right.'

We both breathed very loudly and made the wet sounds from our self-pleasuring. Needless to say, it was just a running clock; we were both waiting to run out. I was all, but confident Phil would pop first. Although, I was more than ready to find out.

After a full three minutes, he blew me a kiss. "I'm still in love with you, Danica."

"I feel the same way about you, prick. Fuck you very much for pulling this shit, you suck, but crap, I hate you so much that it's making me love you a little bit more."

"Then I'm making progress, and I feel my load building up too, sexy lady. As I said, I've jacked off thinking about us together many times before, and I always think about myself reshooting your crack. Maybe it is a little odd, but I still loved it the first time."

"Then get over here and do it again, dirtbag. Don't just talk about it, do it, Phil."

"Yes, ma'am," he moaned, closing the gap between us.

I slumped down a little bit and evened out the levels of my tits and his cock. Even as I knew it was close, I still glanced back at his face.

"Congratulations, Phil, you're going to get what you wanted again."

"Thank you, Danica, now take the cum," he ordered me, closing the gap between us.

Even with the move, I still lifted my boobs a bit and had them ready for his seed. "Get that crack, horny man."

"I will," he moaned, before his first stream came bolting out.

I watched it all burst out, but I didn't make sure to see just where it landed. Although, I felt it land right in that crack in my chest, and it went right onto my bra as well, and some leaked down onto my stomach.

"Give me more, asshole, I demand it now," I warned him, grabbing my melons.

He cheesed at me and doled out at least six different shots of his load, and I felt them all hit the same place, but of course, some did splash and got onto my arms and chin somewhat too. I didn't mind at all, and soon after he finished cumming, I calmly stood up with him.

I peeked at my jugs for a few seconds. "Damn, you got that crack indeed," I praised Phil, before looking back at him. "You still suck, but I don't know what to make of you exactly. With that said, you have intrigued me, fucker," I let him know, before I brought my hands to my back.

His eyes widened again as he saw my hooters come into the light. I left him speechless, and then I had to lower down my panties as well.

"You remember my tits and bush, don't you?" I questioned, closing the gap between us and grabbing onto his member. "I have very fond recollections of this meaty dick you have here."

"And I didn't let you let them go either."

"Well, doing that made this happen, jerkoff," I alerted him, before kissing him and turning around.

I went back to my desk and casually moved all of my stuff off it onto the floor.

As it was cleared off, I turned back to him again. "Getting yourself ready again?"

"No, you're an instant hard-on, Danica."

"Then let go of that dick and get those clothes off."

He immediately followed my order, and about fifteen seconds later, he came to me while stroking his rod yet again. Although, as he got into sniffing distance, I took over his stroking duties, and he helped himself to my butt.

"I didn't say you could touch me."

"You also didn't warn me not to, though," he made clear, before kissing me. "So, deal with it."

"Be nice; I can still put my clothes on and never let you see me again. My creditability has gone out the window for your bullshit, but don't screw with me."

"May I kiss you again, Danica?"

"Yes, thanks for asking."

Then his lips came onto mine, and his hands pressured onto my butt as well.

I certainly helped myself to stroke his cock ever so slowly in the process. 'I'm over the line now. I surely didn't plan on this happening, but as it did, I couldn't just cut myself off, regardless of what I told him, he hooked me all over again. Crap, I protested to him, but he kept going at it fully, knowing I still had quite the soft spot for him. In the end, it is wrong, but the right kind of wrong in the respect that I was sexually unsatisfied and just needed some real release. I guess you suck too, Robert.'

We made out for a few minutes as we pleasured each other both physically and emotionally. My boobs came onto Phil's chest marginally, but that was it for the time being. I couldn't even be totally sure where this would go, but I still wanted to find out.

After a five-minute make-out session, our lips separated. "If you let a single soul find out about any of this, I'll fuck you up beyond repair, got it?"

"Yes."

I got on the short right side of my desk and lied down. Phil wasted no time coming to me and checking out my body yet again. Neither of us spoke a word, but I saw him pleasing himself yet again.

To make the invitation unbelievable clear, I spread out my pussy lips. "I'm making you tremble now, so come and get the MILF pussy you want so badly."

He slowly, but surely made his way onto me and kissed me once.

I was about to talk, but he placed his finger on my lips. "No, we've both done enough talking by now. Let me make love to you," he whispered, before he reached down to his wood.

I felt it press onto my lips somewhat, but he failed to push it in just yet. He helped himself to kiss me yet again and just smirked at me as if I was his lover. We both surely knew that a passion of the moment fuck was about to take place, and it was time to enjoy the ride.

I rightfully placed my hands onto his upper back and caressed it too. "Whether this happens once, or a million times, I'm gonna make you feel good, now shove that dick inside me already, Phil. You pushed me to the edge where I ordered you to get naked after I underdressed myself, so don't tease me."

"Yes, Danica," he added, before he did insert his johnson into my snatch.

"Fuck yes," I moaned, closing my eyes and grabbing his flesh hard. "Son of a bitch, I did miss that pecker," I let out, breathing heavily.

He failed to move it again just yet, but I kept my eyes closed for a moment.

"Shit, your dick feels even bigger," I muttered, before peeking back at him. "I swear if you cum inside me, I'll make you regret it, so make sure you control your pecker. Keep the baby juice inside your cock until it vacates my vagina, got it?"

"I do, Danica, now shut it, I'm trying to please you," he let out, putting a small gap between us.

He grabbed onto my thighs and kept his eyes on me. "Wow, masturbation could never duplicate actually fucking you, Danica. A hot MILF can never be substituted, you have to have the real thing," he stated, right before he began thrusting his member. "And holy shit, I missed you too."

"Now you shut up, asshole," I moaned through my teeth, scrubbing his back.

He kept it very slow, just having his schlong go in and out incredibly calmly. He locked his eyes with mine and only made sweet love to me. Both of us licked our lips, massaged each other a bit, and enjoyed the intimacy.

I never pictured him being Robert or anyone else, he captured me at the moment, locked me up with him, so to speak, and threw away the key. As soon as his cock ventured inside me, all the memories came over me yet again.

'I see him as the sweet and sexy man I fell in love with years ago. I absolutely know that not even for one second, have I stopped loving him completely, but as long as there was even a shred of love for him, it could grow quick, now look where it has gotten me? I have him making love to me and I'm sure his love and hopes for us just skyrocketed too. Damn, love and life are both just so complicated.'

I bit down on my bottom lip and already felt the pain coming upon my twat. There was no way I was about to stop him; I just took the sensuous pleasure that was so good that it hurt. In addition to physically screwing me, he mentally fucked me as well.

Not that I was surprised, but more captivated by the whole thing. Feeling his schlong inside me yet again thrilled me beyond belief. I certainly knew it would feel good before we started, but I had it undersold even in my mind.

"I'm crying because your wood is much bigger than Robert's, but keep going, Phil. Make my titties shake too, and then when you have to cum, fire it all over me. I want to be doused in your seed, Phillip. If you fail me, then this will be all for nothing. If it is, bastard, I might start walking around naked and never let you touch me again. Hell, I might even superglue some duct tape on your eyes so you can't see me at all. Do you understand?"

"Fuck, yes, sexy woman."

"Call me a whore for cheating on my husband," I moaned through my teeth, swatting his ass.

"Okay, whore, take that cock. Take it hard, you damn harlot, how dare you cheat on your husband, I never met him, but I'm sure he doesn't deserve this. Your pussy should be exclusive for this dick, and not anyone else's, you damn hussy. Now I'm going to punish you, but you'll love it too. I'll devour your slit and make you moan like never before. I'm fucking you right in this office while our bitch boss left us to finish our work so she could have a long weekend. Too bad for her, though, I'm sure she would have loved to watch. Her hand would have been down her panties, rubbing her wet bush."

"How do you know she has a bush?" I growled, spanking him again. "Did you fuck her?"

"Fuck, you're the only one I want to give my cum to, Danica," he stated, leaning up even more. "To hell with her cunt; I just need yours, you dazzling MILF. Yeah, I love to make your melons shake, that should be a screensaver."

"Then fuck me so hard that we both fall off the desk, bastard. I want to be fucked so hard that my snatch won't be able to have another cock inside me for weeks. Although, before you start killing my pussy, get down here and kiss me again."

He followed my order, and we both encased our arms around each other. We made out as horny, but loving people, for a few minutes as my knockers clashed onto his chest again. I surely knew going down that rabbit hole would have issues, but I was enjoying the best part right then.

Our lips stayed together for over ten minutes, and the intimacy skyrocketed. After over a couple of minutes, a few tears formed on my face. I didn't know how to deal with it at the moment, but they just came out, and Phil didn't let them distract him.

Although, about six minutes into that make-out session, my hands came onto his face. I caressed his cheeks very slowly for the rest of that session, and then his hands came onto my shoulders as well.

So, we definitely seemed to go back to those old days where we were a happy couple. Despite what happened with Tara, we both still had deep-seated feelings, and they came out more than ever. With every passing move of his cock or our lips, we sucked each other in a bit more.

After those fantastic roughly eleven minutes, his lips lifted off mine. "I love you, I love you, and I love you some more, Danica."

"I love you too, Phil. Neither of us can help it; we love each other. You still suck, and I hate you, but I love you so much more."

"Just like those days, we love to sweet talk to each other while we have sex. There is nothing wrong with that," he assured me before he kissed me again. "And you're still beautiful when you wear your tears."

"I know, now quit making me wait to wear your seed. I want it all over me."

"Yes, ma'am," he mentioned, arching his back up again and placing his hands on my breasts. "I'll submerge them just for you, Danica. I've never let my seed on another woman's boobs before, just yours," he said, beginning to thrust his rod once again.

"Oh, yes, you handsome, but shitty man," I moaned, closing my eyes and move my body back and forth.

I kept my eyes off him for a few minutes as I surely knew that my twat wouldn't be able to take it much longer. Although, I fought with all my might to take his pleasure. I told him I loved him, and I meant it, regardless of what it meant towards Robert, though.

The sex was the killer, but nevertheless, the love did the heavy lifting. With each passing thrust of his cock, he pushed me a little closer towards the edge and milked a bit more enjoyment out of me as well.

"Shit, my cunt is hurting, but keep going please, Phil," I implored him, peeking back at him and placing my hands on his shoulders. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't keep going until you had to shoot. I want you to so badly, but do it when you're ready."

"Don't worry, Danica, your snatch can take a break now," he moaned, swiftly yanking out his wood. "Now take my cum, you cheating wench," he branded me, stroking his rod.

I placed my hands right under my tits and lifted them somewhat while I watched his cock ever so carefully. My eyes stayed right on that hole until suddenly, a stream of his seed bolted out and landed right on me.

"Yes, don't hold out on me. Give me all you've got," I commanded him, before I let my tongue out too.

I could never be sure, just if he did indeed shoot as much as possible, but he managed to give me five different pop shots, and some of it did get onto my tongue as well. As he did, I kept it out and took all I could get on it too.

In addition to getting cum on my tongue, he had it land all over my breasts, stomach, chest, and shoulders. All of it hit my body as it was hot as hell, but all of it quickly cooled down after only a few seconds.

After he couldn't dole out anymore, he remained right above me, and I swallowed what seed I could get. I had to close my eyes again as I enjoyed the subtle taste of it all back after a big gap. As my eyes stayed closed, he lied down with me and kissed me.

We made out for another moment in the aftermath of our cheating misdeeds. Phil grabbed onto my arms, and I encased mine around him. We just stayed together for ten minutes as we needed to decompress for some time.

Although, after those ten minutes, he leaned up off me. "I'm sorry I pushed you, but I don't regret what we just did, Danica. You've become a lot more sexual and sexier in just a few short years."

"I know," I added, coming up with him.

I grabbed onto his wood and began stroking it. "Once again, you suck, but maybe you were just speeding up the inevitable. I swear, I still love you, but I do indeed love Robert and my step-son too. I can't ruin that. Can you respect that, though?"

"You're asking me that while you're giving me a handjob?"

"Yes, can you, Phil?"

"Do I have to stop praising you or checking you out?"

"No, but to be clear, this can't happen again. I will not do it again, I got that fuck out of my system, and that's it. This can't happen again."

"Unless you get divorced, though, then you'll be back on the market."

I sighed. "Well, in that case, maybe it will, but I can't have you contaminate my marriage though, Phil. It's not right, and in the end, I can't do that to my husband, daughter, or step-son."

"Okay, Danica, but may I have one more kiss?"

"Okay, but you better make it count."

"Done," he stated, before wrapping his arms around me and pasting his lips to mine.

I returned the favor as well, and let him have an extended kiss. Needless to say, it was romantic and loving, but still acting as the end of the road though. I certainly planned to stand by my words, but I had to be strong.

After five minutes, I let my lips off his. "Are you happy now?"

He let out a deep breath. "Yes, and no, just promise me if something does happen between you and Robert, come straight to me. I still have a lot of sexual things I need to express to you."

"I got it, Phil, I'll even keep my bush for you."

He scanned my body again and did focus on my twat for a few seconds. After that, I got up and began getting dressed. He followed my lead after a minute, and a couple of minutes later, we were both dressed.

Then he closed the gap. "I swear there are no strings attached, would you like some help finishing your work?"

"Sure, fucker," I labeled him, turning back to my desk.

"Well, I do like to fuck."