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The city lay still under the sultry summer heat as she entered the small bookstore in Cologne’s old town. Her blouse clung damply to her skin, the fabric stretching taut over her full breasts, and she felt her hard nipples pressing visibly against the lace bra beneath the thin material. The streets were empty, only the pale light of the streetlamps cast long shadows on the cobblestones. She had visited this shop for years, but tonight everything felt different. Perhaps it was the restlessness simmering deep in her wet cunt, or perhaps it was the man standing behind the counter. He was new, she knew it immediately, she had never seen him before. His dark, tousled hair fell into his forehead, and his deep brown eyes seemed to burn straight into her soul as she entered the shop. A secret tingle shot through her belly, and she felt her pussy grow wet, just from his gaze.
She was looking for a specific book, a novel she had read many years ago and wanted to find again. The man behind the counter stepped closer, his broad shoulders straining under the thin linen shirt. He helped her, and his fingers almost brushed hers as he handed her the book. At that moment, an electric shiver shot through her body, straight into her lap. She felt her pussy clench, hot and ready. She quickly pulled her hands back, but he smiled a knowing, almost cheeky smile that hit her right in the gut. She saw that he had noticed. She bought a few books, and as she left the shop, she felt strange, as if something was missing, something she didn’t yet know. She returned because she had forgotten to pay for her bag. He helped her again, and as she pulled out her credit card, their hands touched once more. This time she didn’t let go. She looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers. It was a moment that stopped time. Her breath caught, and she felt her heart hammering against her ribs. She knew this encounter would change everything.
In the following days, she kept returning to the bookstore. She looked for books she didn’t need, just to see him again. She learned that he was an artist, and his paintings hung in galleries all over the city. She was a gallerist, and she knew the scene. They had much to discuss, and the conversations grew longer, more intimate. They met outside the shop, in cafes and parks. They talked about art, about books, and about life. But beneath the surface, it simmered. Every time he spoke, she watched his lips, his hands, the way he moved. She felt drawn to him, and she knew it wasn’t just art that connected them. It was a raw, animal attraction she couldn’t ignore. She was married, and so was he. They knew what they were doing was wrong, but their bodies screamed for it.
The nights in Cologne grew warmer, and the air was filled with the sweetness of flowers. They met secretly, in a hotel room not far from the cathedral. His hand trembled as he put the key in the lock. The moment the door clicked shut, he turned around, his eyes dark with desire. They stood there, just inches apart, the air crackling with unspoken lust. Then, without a word, he grabbed her, his fingers burying themselves in her hair, and he pulled her to him. His mouth pressed onto hers, hot, demanding, greedy. His tongue pushed between her lips, explored her mouth, and she moaned softly against it. She tasted the coffee on his tongue, mixed with something smoky, masculine. His hands traveled from her hair to her neck, then lower, over her shoulders, until he unbuttoned her blouse, one button after another, with an impatience that drove her crazy.
He pushed the fabric aside, revealing her black lace bra, which barely covered her full breasts. She saw his gaze fall on her hard nipples, clearly outlined beneath the material. “You drive me insane,” he whispered hoarsely, and his fingers found the clasp of the bra. With a deft move, he opened it, and her heavy breasts fell out, plump, warm, nipples hard and erect. He groaned softly when he saw them, and then he leaned forward, his tongue circling one of her nipples, slowly, savoringly. She bit her lip and felt a gush of moisture shoot from her cunt, soaking her panties. His hand traveled along her belly, under her skirt, over her thigh, until he felt the wet warmth between her legs. “You’re already so wet,” he murmured against her nipple, and she felt his fingers stroking over the thin fabric of her panties, which were already soaking wet. She pressed her hips against his hand, a soft whimper escaping her throat. “I want you now,” she groaned, and her hand grabbed his belt, opening it with trembling fingers.
He helped her, his pants fell to the floor, and his hard cock sprang out, long, thick, and pulsing with desire. The glans was dark red, glistening with moisture. She wrapped her hand around it, felt the heat radiating from him, and guided it to her pussy. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, right now. He pressed her against the wall of the hotel room, his body pushing against hers, and he pulled her wet panties aside. Then she felt his glans at her wet opening, and he thrust in, a deep, hard thrust that pressed her against the wall. She cried out, a scream of pleasure and surprise, as he was suddenly deep inside her hot, tight cunt. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he panted, and began to move inside her, a rhythm that was wild and impetuous from the start. Each thrust drove deep into her, impaling her on his hard cock. She felt the friction against her sensitive walls, the moisture running out of her, down her thighs. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her even tighter against him as he thrust into her faster and faster, harder and harder. Her head fell back, and her breasts bounced with every movement. She could hear his breath in her ear, his hoarse groans mingling with her own cries.
He lifted one of her legs to penetrate even deeper, and his hand moved to her clit, rubbing hard and fast over the sensitive pearl as he continued fucking her. She felt the heat swelling in her belly, the tension un
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