Secret

Leah’s stuck. Her man thinks he runs the show, but she hides something that would burn the whole arrangement to ash. The secret arrives when Isiah steps through the door in 2019, tall, dark, and exactly what she is not supposed to crave. She drops to her knees before the door even clicks shut, mouth already open, hungry for every thick inch of that heavy black cock. Her blonde hair brushes his thighs as she swallows him deep, throat working, spit dripping off her chin. He lifts her, flips her, and suddenly she’s sixty-nining, lips locked around him while his tongue drags over her soaked slit. She moans onto his length, hips rocking, cheating never tasted so sweet. Every thrust down her throat answers every lick he buries between her legs. She gags, she shivers, she takes it all, and for a few stolen minutes the power isn’t with the man who thinks he owns her. It’s here, between Leah’s lips and Isiah’s cock, where rules break and bodies speak louder than promises.