My First Forbidden Fuck by the Pool
The poolside lounger creaked under me that humid evening. Four-year-old Henri sulked inside, but I didn’t care. Sun dipping low, storm brewing, I stared at the water’s blue shimmer, missing my girl back in Catalonia. Heart thumping slow, lazy. Then the gate hummed. Her Porsche growled up the gravel, drowning the mower’s buzz. Candice stepped…