Mitchell panted, his head bowed over the steering column of his car. Inside his pants, his c**k throbbed, aching and ready to forget his misgivings and take what Francine had offered him for so long. What he'd now lost in his stubborn refusal to recognize the prize before his very eyes. The woman who made no bones that she wanted him, and when rejected, turned to another.
He'd not meant to walk in on their lovemaking. Although, a part of him knew what he'd see when he approached her partially ajar front door, the soft sounds of her moans and the fleshy slap of bodies f*****g too blatant for him to not decipher. It didn't stop him from entering. Coming across her, pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around Alejandro's flanks, his taut buttocks pumping while she clung to him, her fing
