She kept tossing and turning, and finally settled to face the wall. The whooshing of the oscillating tower fan was a sound that was so familiar to her, but the sound of the man snoring next to her was not.
She checked the time, 2:35am.
"Who are you, Leila?" she thought to herself. Your friends and family know you as "a good woman", the responsible single mom who put her kids first. The mother who sacrifices everything for her kids. Who has no time for herself, who always puts herself last.
But tonight, she was a woman who was so hungry to have her own needs met. Just hours before, she had been pounded so hard, her living room walls could hear her moaning loudly as Carlos delicious dick was fucking her wet pussy so ravenously. She was riding Carlos on the living room couch, feeling his dick penetrate her deeply, as her pussy got wetter and smooth like velvet around it. She moved herself over him, making sure to feel the walls of her pussy stimulated by him. She caught a glimpse of herself against the dark window reflection, her big curvy ass moving over him, her thong moved to the side. Her hair roughly covering her flushed face. "Who are you, Leila?" she caught her eyes. "Where has this hunger been all these years?"
And here she was, lying in her bed, with no panties on, just a nightshirt. Her pussy still moist from desire. Carlos was deep in sleep, completely unaware of his snoring.
"I like my life, the way it is. Just me and my boys living at home"... she thought of the prospect of Carlos sleeping in her bed, every night, and she shuddered. She didn't want to give up the independence of living alone with her boys.
Speaking of the boys, she missed them so much. It had been so long since they went to sleep at their fathers place. She couldn't wait to pick them up in the morning, after she would drop Carlos to the train station.
She turned around and faced Carlos, his unruly curls next to her on the pillow. She cared for this man too. His soft brown skin next to hers, felt so familiar now. He was a kind man, so loving and generous as a lover. She placed her thigh on his and closed her eyes. How wonderful it is to feel the warmth of a body in this cruel and lonely world... if only he'd stop snoring.
A few hours later, she found herself stirring from sleep. She was curled to the side, and Carlos was spooning her. She could feel a small and soft dick against her butt cheeks. She started grinding him slowly, feeling the tingle in her pussy, wanting to be touched.
