The Backdoor Is Always Open
He knocked on my back door and I let him cum in.
When the baby was finally down for the night, I slipped into the bathroom and got myself ready. A little touch of makeup, some gloss, brushed my hair until it shined. I wanted to look like a slut for him, not just his wife, but his dirty whore to use however he wanted. I walked out, bare feet on the carpet, found him in the living room, and slipped my fingers into his hand. “Come on,” I whispered, tugging him gently. He f...