'Less Talking, More Sucking'

Hey guys! The Gentleman strikes again. I'll spill on the striking part in a sec, but damn, it started hot. My neighbor Delilah slid onto my table for a massage today, and I couldn't wait to glide my hands over that sun-kissed skin—smooth, tempting, the kind I fantasize about licking from head to toe. Lately, she's had this dude crashing at her place while Mike's grinding away at work. Naturally, I grilled her on the mystery guest, but the fib she spun? Priceless. This game hands me wins on a platter sometimes. Pussy practically begs for it. Call it my killer charm if you want. My pro-level muscle know-how let me nudge her limits, turning up the heat with every stroke. Emotions flare up fast; her sneaky lies drag me right into screwing her behind Mike's back. Hell yeah, I claimed my prize—pounded her throat like a champ, she took it all. Mike can sniff out her cheating solo; a man's word is gold, and I keep mine tight. Steven