They have twenty minutes.  It’s all they could steal.  There’s no time for romance or foreplay.  They’ve gone without for too long.

He drops his pants.  She lifts her skirt.  That’s as long as they’ll wait.  Their coupling is frantic—almost violent.  A clash of bodies, screams, and growls.  Soon she’s coming so hard that she’s light in the head.

She drops to weak knees, and he erupts down her throat.  They needed it so bad, but it barely quells the hunger.

A quick wash.  A mint.  A lingering kiss.

Then it’s time to go back home to their spouses.