Chapter 559 The Perfect Wife:(Mature Fuck):>Ep2

• I almost laughed at the coincidence. Maybe Marco had met this kid's family. Maybe he'd been in their home, making deals while this boy was still in school. And now I was about to fuck him in a bathroom. There was something deliciously wrong about that, a perverse connection that made me wet in ways I hadn't been in years.
• "Non me ne frega un cazzo." I had his cock in my hand now. Uncircumcised. Not too big, not too small. Normal, really. The most disappointing thing about sex was how similar most men's bodies were under their clothes. This one was hard already. They always were at that age, when desire hadn't yet been dulled by repetition and disappointment.
• He was pulling up my dress now. His hands were trembling as they slid over my hips, reverent, almost worshipful. To him, I could feel like some rare treasure. To me, it was a stranger's hands on a stranger's body, a body I barely recognised anymore, soft where it used to be taut, Botox fading, betraying my age. A momentary spark where his fingertips traced my skin, then gone.