"Its not the first time we will have sex, Joey. What do you need protection from?" Sylvia reclined back into the sofa, covering up with the small sofa blanket that honestly did nothing to hide anything. She looked unbothered.
Joey ran a hand through his damp hair, his chest rising and falling too fast. "What…I am married, Sylvia. I shouldn't…we shouldn't have done this at all."
"Don't ruin this moment, Joey." Sylvia turned her head toward him, her dark hair spilling across the cushions, her eyes half-lidded. "Please…just let me bask in it." She begged.
Joey sighed, pressing both palms to his face. His entire body was screaming with the aftershock of what they had just done, his cock still half-hard, his mind half-broken. Exasperation poured out of him in one long groan. "God…" he muttered.
Meanwhile, Sylvia stretched languidly, every inch of her body radiating the glow of being thoroughly fucked by the one man she loved.
"I have to go," Joey said finally.
