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What would your husband do if he knew you are my mistress?

Would he kill me, kill you or both. Making love to you; I have no remorse.

Loving my mistress, in it's sin I condone. When you look at me, my feelings' harden.

As I lay you down the heat rises. Kiss you passionately, friction never wrong,

always in the mood. Your sunset hair spreads across the bed. Unbutton your blouse,

take-off your clothe; both naked, contemplating our bare beauty. I bite your lips..softly,

stroke your nipples...gently, make my way to your navel, pleasure you...orally, tongue inside,

kiss the spot...the G-spot. There is no denying, we daydream of each other, fantasize,

fucking, tearing our souls apart. Every time I stand by you, you wet yourself...why?

Does my presence turn up the heat. Why are you blushing? Let me caress your breast,

ignite your fire, nobody has to know. Secret lovers is what we are, what we do stays between us.

My mistress, my lover, you must go now, your family is waiting, I will continue loving my mistress.