Adriana’s lips parted. She tried to speak; to find any words that would let her push back, lecture herself, remind her body that she was still a married woman and this was wrong, just like the way she had spent years convincing herself she no longer needed any of this.

But the words would not come no matter how much she opened her mouth but sighs of anticipation.

They caught in her throat, tangled, and died.

In the end all that escaped was a broken, stuttering sound.

"I— I can’t— this is— I shouldn’t—"

Phei’s long finger rose and pressed gently but firmly against her lips, silencing her mid-stutter.

His thumb settled at the corner of her mouth, the pad of it resting just at the seam where her lips met, warm and deliberate but he did not push inside; he simply held her there, quieting the words she could not finish; but his touch went beyond that and became both a command and an invitation.

"Stop," he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough. "Stop trying to talk yourself out of this."

Adriana: "You... You are looking at me like that again."

Phei: "Because you want me to."

Adriana: "I did not say that."

Phei: "You do not have to."

Adriana: "Careful."

Phei: "No."

Phei: "You have spent too many years hiding behind sharpness."

Phei: "I do not mind sharpness. I like it, actually; it makes beautiful women more entertaining and slightly worse for public health."

Phei: "But do not use it to lie to me."

Phei: "Not today."

Adriana: "That look."

Adriana: "I wanted that..."

Adriana: "...For years."

Phei: "I know."

Adriana: "Do not pity me."

Phei: "Unfortunately for you, Adriana, I do not pity you a bit."

Adriana: "You sound like you do."

Phei: "I pity the idiot who had you and forgot to see you how beautifully arresting you’re and giving you what you deserve."

Phei: "Adriana."

Phei: "Do you want an equal?"

Adriana: "What?"

Phei: "You heard me."

Phei: "Say it."

Adriana: "Phei..."

Phei: "Say it."

Adriana: "I do not want equal."

Phei: "What do you want?"

Adriana: "I want..."

Adriana: "I want you to take control, Phei; make me helpless!"

Phei: "There."

Phei: "That was not so difficult, was it, Adriana?"

Adriana: "It was horrible."

Phei: "It was honest."

Adriana: "Same thing, most days."

Phei: "Not with me."

Phei: "C’mon, Adriana, feel me; feel me yourself..."

Phei: "This ain’t a dream, you are not dreaming."

Phei: "Neither did you ever ask for too much but being treated and felt like any woman would ask for."

Phei: "You are not embarrassing for wanting what you have been denied."

Phei: "And if I touch you, it will not be because you begged for scraps from a boy who should be grateful."

Phei: "It will be because I want you so much; wanted you for so long actually."

Phei: "Because I see you."

Phei: "Just waiting for your permission."

Adriana: "And if I give it?"

Phei: "Then stop trying to lead."

Phei: "You have made decisions for too many people for too many years."

Phei: "For the next few minutes, let me make them."

Adriana: "And if I say stop?"

Phei: "Then I stop."

Phei: "So, tell me now."

Phei: "Do you want me to stop?"

Adriana: "No."

Phei: "Good."

Phei: "I said, let me lead."

Adriana’s breath hitched hard against his finger as he made her suck on it before he pulled back.

Phei pressed his nose close to her clothed inner thighs and sniffed... Adriana’s thighs pressed together again but Phei pressed both his hand on them and squeezed... just a tan bit and this time the motion sent a visible shiver up her spine. The scent of her juice grew thick in the room between them — rich, heady, unmistakably wet — and Phei inhaled again it like a man tasting something he had been craving for far too long.

His cock grew bigger in his trousers; she could see its thick outline pressing against the fabric as he knelt between her parted knees.

He did not let her look away.

"You have spent years dying in that marriage," he said, each word slow and sinfully promising. "Years convincing yourself you no longer needed to be touched, needed to be wanted, needed to feel a man’s mouth on your skin and his hands claiming every inch of you. Today, Adriana... today you are allowed to feel all of it. No one will know. Not your husband. Not the world outside these walls.

"Only you and I will know what happens here in the light of this afternoon sun."

His free hand slid higher on her thigh, fingers spreading wide over the soft, warm flesh. He caressed slowly, deliberately, tracing the curve of her leg while his other hand kept his finger against her lips and his thumb at the corner of her mouth.

Adriana moaned softly against his finger — a helpless, needy sound — as his touch from Goddess Fall Touch sent sparks racing straight to her soaked pussy.

Her hips shifted forward without permission chasing the warmth of his retreating palm with growing impatience.

Phei leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above the knee.

His tongue flicked once tasting the faint sheen of heat already there...

Adriana gasped, the sound muffled against his finger, and her hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. He pressed another kiss but higher this time, then another, each one slower, wetter, his mouth lingering as he worked his way up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

She moaned again but louder the sweet sound of her pleasure vibrated against Phei’s finger as her legs trembled and parted further for him.

He kissed higher still before his lips brushed the edge of her panties where the fabric had grown dark from her leaking juices and clinging onto her pussy. The scent of her starved pussy was stronger here — thick, sweet, desperate — and Phei let out a low, appreciative sound against her skin.

"Gods, you smell like you’ve been starving for this," he murmured, voice dark with hunger. "Your pussy is soaked through, Adriana. I can smell how badly it needs to be touched... how badly it needs to be tasted."

He looked at the fat meat of her pussy still trapped inside those tight pants, the thick outline of it pressing hard against the fabric, heavy and unmistakable. Even through the material he could see the clear shape of her erect clit straining forward, a hard little peak tenting the cloth right at the center of that swollen mound.

Adriana’s pussy sat forward fat and dominating the entire scene, the heavy round fat bulge of it filling the crotch of her pants so completely that the fabric was stretched tight over every thick fold, big to the point of looking almost greedy; all rounded from both sides to press forward.

The thought of actually peeling those pants down, to finally eat and fuck that neglected fat meat, made Phei’s whole being pause for a second.

He would be its first to fuck her after so long of that thick, hungry cunt being left ignored and starved behind cloth.