A ring on the hand holding your dress as he thrust into you. Moans, sighs and whimpers fill the air. A typewriter, books and a camera, his bait to lure you in.

Knowing what he feels, my tight pussy around his cock, my warm breasts so close he can smell my lotion. The wetness and firmness of youth. So forbidden, another man's wife's sex holding him tight. My horny eyes begging for more, needing more, giving more.

He is loaded and ready to shoot. He does, just as I come. Blood red drops on red petals. Leaving us both behind.