She felt him twitch beneath her as she slid her wetness along his length.

Her hands clawed his chest as she lowered herself onto him, a delightful heat radiating from her core as she stretched to accommodate him.

“Oh Jack,” she moaned. “We don’t have much time.”

His hips rose to meet her as they settled into a rhythm, bed springs squeaking in time with their movements.

Jack’s hands took hold of her swaying breasts before he pulled her into a kiss.

“Don’t worry, Mrs G,” he chuckled. “You know your husband and my dad can talk cars for hours!”