That Forbidden Couch Surrender: Our First Vacation Betrayal
The couch in that Saint-Cyprien rental house. Heat thick in the air, kids asleep upstairs. We’d promised no more slips after last year. But promises crack under skin hunger. Philippe’s arm around me, my head on his belly. Movie flickering, some steamy love scene. My heart thuds. His cock stirs under thin boxers, pressing against…