rancid and rapid, spoiled and soiled, his underwear wrapped around his ankles, biting his own knuckles, his faced shoved against the tiled wall, his lips smeared while being pumped from behind, did he ever fuck her like this, in a bathroom stall while her husband was at work, did it feel this good, her husband now fucking him the way he always wanted to fuck this man’s wife in her ass, and the husband grunts, did you fuck her like this, and his eyes tearing he gasps, no, never, and her husband grabs hold of his hair while reaching over and grabbing his dick, yanking the hair and squeezing his manhood as the husband thrusts even deeper, and he finds himself clenching his teeth because it’s as if the head of her husband’s cock is pushing his own erection further outward, making him even harder, he never had imagined it could be like this, he thought he was going to die in this man’s hands and here he was panting, catching his breath, impossibly hoping to catch every drop of her husband’s cum.