Chapter 1077 The Devil With A Deal:>17

"You want me?" Tara asked, sitting up. Her feet pressed against my thighs. Her lithe little hand wrapped around my cock, holding it in position, readying to plunge me into her pussy.
This was the moment where I was supposed to stop. To step back from the precipice. It was my last chance to preserve the promises of my marriage -- admittedly already cracked, but at a point where it could still be fixed, sloppily, with super glue and hope.
You think that's how it happens. That the instant of cheating is obvious, pronounced, and you have the time and wherewithal to weigh it carefully. In truth each moment rolls on top of the next like a lightning avalanche where you see the flash in the far distance and, suddenly, you're buried in your sister-in-law's impossibly tight, indescribably wet pussy.