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She looked in the rearview mirror as she saw the lights in the house vanish and her shocked face would’ve made Victor smile with happiness.
“How fucking dare he!” Anna said as she hollered in her car, slamming her hand on the steering wheel. She driving, but to where? She took her phone and called Salazar.
“You’re still in the motel? Good, stay there.”
Anna’s frustration soon receded, however, as she realized what she has just done. She has just fed him a little information and she started to panic just a little bit. She played the scene in her head again, and found some very telling information. How Victor’s resolve didn’t waver and instead he pressed his advantage. How he acted so out of character that it felt like she was talking to a different person. How the look of love in his eyes is gone, and how he was quick and relentless with his words.
“He knows,” she realized.
She didn’t realize a pair of headlights following her a few car length behind.
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Victor awoke from a good night’s sleep. He looked around his bed, no sign of Anna. “Locksmith, gotta call one,” he mumbled as he realized he has to change his locks or retrieve the house key from Anna’s key ring. He looked at his phone and unlocked it, and saw a flurry of text from Anna. 90 messages it seems, but he ignored it. Instead he looked at one from Wigs.
“Seaside Motel,” was all it said. He smiled at that.
Another text blipped into his phone, from Anna again. Most of her text is basically reiterating her accusation of him cheating and how mean and controlling he was. He looked at it and kept scrolling down with her texts eventually turning into saying she’s sorry and she wants to talk. He ignored it and locked his phone, but opened it back up as a red “1” caught his eye.
This one particular text, though, came from an unfamiliar number. When he opened it, his sleep addled brain finally woke up. The text is basically a selfie of Raissa cupping her left breast and licking her nipple. He immediately felt himself harden as he shot her a text.
***V: Wow, You’re so beautiful.***
***R:*****😊💕💋**
“Oh, so that’s how she texts when she’s not fueled by anger,” he said to himself with disappointment, “well, not everyone is perfect I guess, but she’s damn near close.”He saved her name as “Sweets” in his phone
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Anna parked her silver Corolla underneath a pine tree. It’s dark now, the Moon giving off a fairly bright light. It must’ve absorbed way too much sunlight. Stars decorated the dark, raven sky and a cool breeze wafted into her open windows. She shuddered, but soon she shook with excitement and anticipation as Salazar’s mustang parked next to her. She got out of her car, he got out of his, and they shared a kiss.
“He is working again tonight?” Salazar started, “I admire him.”
“He’s saving lives, you know,” she added, “and what he does is important.”
Salazar looked at her as she kept her eye on the ground while they walked. He stopped, positioned himself in front, and lifted her chin up.
“Yes, but you are just as important.”
Anna blushed at those words and she brushed away some of her strawberry-blonde locks that has blown onto her face.
They entered the familiar lobby, Salazar giving his card to the clerk, and as he retrieved it and walked away they exchanged a nod and a smirk.
The same flat pillow, the same green comforter. It felt familiar to them, but Anna welcomed it. They shared a deep kiss, Anna unbuttoning Sal’s polo while he took off her blazer. His hand went to her nether region as he felt the heat emanating from her, and he slid his hand into her white panties and started to rub her clit.
She breathe heavy whilst they shared a kiss. Moaning into him as her hand went to work on his belt. As his pants fell she began to stroke his cock while her lips are still locked onto his. Sal’s free hand snaked its way under her shirt and bra and pinched her nipples, rubbed it against his fingers and flicked it.
Anna took off her blouse and bra and hiked up her pencil skirt and bunched it up around her thin waist.
Anna dropped to her knees as she took in his entire length, her tongue sliding down underneath the shaft and licked his balls when she hilted him. Sal groaned as she felt the back of her throat, and he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her in further. He let go after a few second and she kept her lips tight as she drew back, then proceeded to lick his balls while stroking his cock, staring at him.
“I — uhn, your mouth is so good — do enjoy having you to myself, Anna,” Salazar admitted as his hand went to rub her head, “your boyfriend does not know what he is missing.”
Anna smiled. “Well I enjoy having you, and your wife is an idiot for not fucking your brains out every night.”
Salazar moaned at those words. Anna took him in her mouth again and he began thrusting into her. He softly grabbed the back of her head and began face fucking her. Faster and faster he thrusted, drawing lines of drool from her and landing on her bare chest. Her eyes rolled to the back as she savored the moment of being used, and as Sal pressed against her she choked on his able dick. He drew back and sighed as Anna kept her lips tight around him. Again he started to thrust into her faster and faster but this time his leg shook slightly.
“Shit, I am going to cum in your mouth Anna,” he moaned as he drew his cock back. Anna started to move back and forth, her tongue caressing his cock and gave a surprised groan as she felt his thick semen explode into her mouth. She kept her lip shut as she felt the gush of warmth flow into her. It splashed against the roof of her mouth, against the back of her throat, and it slid down her throat. She gulped and gulped as he threw more in, some of it managing to escape from the side of her mouth. She slid her mouth further down and tightened her mouth’s suction and slowly drew back. Salazar hissed as his penis is still sensitive, but she didn’t let off. She drew the last bit of semen hiding from his Urethra.
“Delicious,” was all she said as she licked her lips and she fetched the little bit of cum that escaped. She gave his cock a few licks and sucked on it some more and she felt it’s hardness restored.
Sal shakily gave a sigh as he managed to climb into the bed. He laid on his back, his dick standing at attention, and Anna straddled him with hunger in her eyes. He rubbed her moist cave and she shook a little from the pressure. She led his penis to her entrance and slid herself down into it, her pussy gripping tightly as it painted his tree. Sal threw his head back, “you are still so fucking tight!” and he felt himself get lost in the pleasure.
Anna rode him, grinding against him and moaning as she does. “Your fucking dick is so good, Salazar, keep fucking me harder!” she shouted at him. Salazar threw his hand up and out, cupping her ass and adding some momentum when she would come down. He started to thrust up as well and it only made her shout with pleasure. She unsheathes his meat sword from her and took it back into her mouth, tasting him and her as it mixed in her mouth. When she had enough of him she went back and straddled him. She would rise up to just under the head and slam her hips down on him and Sal would moan each time. Sal grabbed her ass and teased her asshole, causing her to grin and moan while a new sensation flooded her. She felt the pressure build up and closed her eyes and focused on it.
She felt that sharp tingle in her loins, “I’m getting close, Salazar, fucking fuck me harder.”
Sal sat up and wrapped his arms around her then rolled her down on her back. He shoved his tongue into her, letting his long tongue penetrate her, and flicked it up and over, in and out while his hand went to fondle her ample breast. This drove her wild as she began to come again, bucking and pressing hard into him as she pants and groan. “Hnnnghh, your long tongue is making me come! Fuck, Sal, come here and fuck my tight little pussy!”
And he did. He stood and shoved his dick in and she groaned loudly from that. She rubbed her clit with speed and gusto that she could’ve started a fire had it not been for how wet she is. She gave stifled breath and shouts and Sal leaned in and kissed her as his free hand massaged her breast. She felt another one coming and she chased it, and as soon as she caught it her legs tightened around Sal and she leaned back and arched her back. Sal slammed himself into her deep, unsheathe himself, then flipped her over to her stomach as he grabbed her hips and continued his assault on her hallway.
Sal began to groan as he, too, felt that same pressure. He pumped into her, reaching forward and under and fondled her breast with his left hand while her right went and grabbed her softly on the throat. He brought her up, keeping his tempo, and kissed her while his right descended down and played with her clit. She gave moans of pleasure while their lips locked, and she reached back and rested her hand on the back of his head.
“So fucking good! So good! Goddamn, Sal, come inside me please!” She begged as she looked deep in his eyes. Sal couldn’t deny her as he gave a few more thrust and unloaded himself deep in her. She cooed and purred as she felt his cock threw splashes of hot cum against the walls of her pussy with reckless abandon. She panted heavily as he retrieved his manhood, and she swiveled around to clean him up. She let the taste swirl in her mouth, intoxicating her as she gave the head a kiss. A few drops dribbled down from her chin, slightly staining her skirt, but she didn’t care. In that moment, she only cared about the dick in front of her.
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She slept next to Sal up until 3:30 AM where she arose, still naked, and dressed herself after a shower. Sal snored next to her, not loud enough for it to be overtly infuriating and she gave him a peck on the cheek as she left.
The road is empty, save for those few that are on their way home at this time. When she got to her driveway, she noticed that Victor’s white Civic is still in the driveway, the car he usually drives to work.
“*Oh shit, he’s home!? Fuck!”* came the thought in her head. She fumbled trying to come up for an excuse, but decided to go for the one that she’s been using, *”I’ll just say I stayed over a co-worker’s house.”*
She inserted her key and twist it, slowly opening the door but the hinges made a creak anyway. She stopped and let out a soft gasp and she see Victor. He stood next to the fridge, his fist in a ball and a look in his face that she hasn’t seen before. She swallowed, still tasting a bit of Sal in her mouth.
“Good morning.”
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Sal picked up the phone blaring on the night stand. “What? Yes I am still here? You are coming back? Ok then.”
He wondered what that was about. In the month that he’s known her she has not returned after their nightly tryst. Within thirty minutes her rasping on the door came and Sal opened it, allowing her to storm in with fear etched in her face.
“He knows, he fucking knows Sal.” came her almost incoherent mumbling.
“So what if he knows, why not just leave him if he is not giving you what you need,” came a coherent and clear answer.
“I still fucking love him. If he asks me to marry him today, I would,” she said, crying and letting teardrops run down her cheeks. “I’m so scared..”
“Why are you so hung up on this guy?” Salazar probed as he sat on the bed. Anna sat beside him and he wrapped his arm around her.
“He’s a good guy. He’s caring, he’s loving, and he’s kind. He takes care of me, but for some reason this morning he… he felt like a different person.”
“He is not as loving as you think if he is neglecting your sexual needs.”
Anna looked at him, a bit of anger hinted in her eyes. But ultimately, she knows he is somewhat correct. But is he really? The only reason why Victor hasn’t given himself fully to her, sexually, is because of her own doing. Because of her wanting to ‘take it slow’ it caused him to basically cuck himself. Her head dropped as she realized her mistake.
She stayed in that motel until morning came, Salazar already having left. She had called in sick to work, and sent many text to Victor. At first she was furious at him, but as the morning sun rose she began to beg for him, asking to talk and to allow herself to explain. No reply came and she became even more angry. She knows that he had read her text, and that was the cherry on top of her sorrow and angry cake.
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Salazar went into his home and tossed the keys into the little bowl they kept on the foyer. Raissa is already awake, sitting on the couch and reading a magazine. He was surprised, as usually she would be at work today.
“You are home, Cara (Dear -Italian-).”
Raissa regarded him but did not look away from her magazine. “You are surprised? This is still my home.”
“No, I just…. you never seem to be home,” Salazar reasoned with outstretched hands.
Raissa looked up from her magazine, noticing how disheveled Salazar looked. How his beard has a slight white stain on it and his hair being so out of place. “Oh, I am home, it is you who is never here when I am. Come to think of it, where were you Salazar? It is early morning, yet you look like you are going to the club.”
“I… what I mean is… ugh, I was… I was nowhere, alright,” Salazar left it at that. He didn’t feel like arguing and so he just threw his hands up in defeat and walked towards the bedroom so he can use the shower.
“He is not even trying anymore. My poor Salazar, how you have fallen,” Raissa whispered as she shook her head. She felt her phone vibrate as she looked and saw a text message.
***V: Wow, You’re so beautiful.***
She felt her heart skipped as she smiled, then sent her emojis. She nodded in satisfaction as she flipped through her magazine.
She saved his name under “Querido”.
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