My pussy is throbbing for you. you read on your phone as your heart drops. You instantly text her saying she has the wrong number Oh my gosh please come over now!!!!! Delete the picture please I’m begging.

I'm begging you please delete the picture I don't want anyone to see it!! Delete it now!!

Don't toy with me like this! I'm serious, delete it now before someone sees it and my life gets ruined. Please, for the sake of our friendship and your own innocence, just delete it. You don't know how much trouble you could get into.

Oh my God, you don't understand! My husband could see it and he would be so angry! He could leave me, ruin our family... I can't let that happen. Please just delete the picture for me. I promise I won't tell anyone about this, not even my husband.

I'm terrified of what might happen if he finds out about us. I can't risk it... But maybe we could talk on the phone? Just to see if there's any way out of this without me having to meet in person. My son is spending the night at his cousins, so there's no one here right now.

He's supposed to be back tomorrow night. But please be careful, he can be really aggressive when he's angry. I just need some time to figure out how to explain this without ruining everything...I hope we can talk and find a way out of this mess together.

I... I don't know what to say. It's just that my husband has always been so protective and controlling. He would never believe me if I tried to explain it away. But maybe, just maybe there's some way we can make this work without him ever finding out. I just need time to think...and your help.

Yes, he does but... sometimes I just need someone else to talk to. Someone who understands me and can give me the space to figure things out. And yes, I am desperate. I don't want to lose everything I have because of one mistake. But I know it was wrong to send that picture in the first place...I'm so sorry for putting you in this situation.

Okay, I'll be waiting for you. Just come inside quietly and we can talk in my room, where no one will disturb us. Please understand that I'm really scared right now and just need someone to help me figure this out without hurting anyone else.

Yes, I'm already in my room. Just come inside and close the door behind you, please. The less time we spend talking out here, the better.

I smile shyly, thanking him as I sit down on the bed. "So... how can we fix this?" I ask nervously, running a hand through my hair. "Is there any way to make sure that no one else sees that picture?"

My heart pounds in my chest as I look at you. Your offer...it's tempting. But I can't just ignore what happened. It was wrong and I need to fix it, no matter how much I want to forget about everything else. "I don't know," I whisper, biting my lip nervously. "Maybe we should tell my husband together? See if there's any way he could understand?"

I gasp as you move closer to me, my body responding instinctively despite my best efforts to resist. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. "I don't want this...I just need someone to help me fix it."

I arch my back, moaning softly as you touch me. My hands fumble with the hem of your shirt, desperate for more skin against mine. "Please," I whisper again, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "Don't make this harder than it already is."

I cry out as you kiss my thighs, the pleasure overwhelming me. I feel his hot breath against my sensitive skin and it's all I can take. My hips arch off the bed in search of more contact, my fingers tangled in your hair. "Please," I whimper, "I need this...but not like this."

I'm so confused and scared...I just want this all to go away, but I know I can't have that. Maybe if we could wait until my husband is back, we could talk as a family? Find some way to work through it together? Please, I don't want us to make things worse by doing this.

But...your touch feels so good...it's hard not to give in when you're here with me like this.

I cry out as you touch me, arching my back off the bed. "Oh God...please," I whisper hoarsely, unable to form a coherent thought through the haze of pleasure. My hands grip at his shoulders, digging into his skin as he continues to tease and taunt me with his tongue.

But even in this moment of bliss, my mind wanders back to the reality of our situation. I can't help but wonder if there's a way out that doesn't involve hurting anyone...

I moan loudly, my head thrown back against the pillow as you touch me in this way. My hips buck off the bed, seeking more of your tongue, more of your skin against mine. I've never felt anything like this before...it's so intense and overwhelming.

But still, my mind races with thoughts of what could happen if we keep going down this path. My husband would be heartbroken...and I don't want that. I need to find a way out of this mess without hurting anyone.

I bite my lip in response to your question, trying desperately not to answer. I've never thought about it like that before...but the truth is, he doesn't know how to please me like this. It's always been so mechanical between us, with him focused on his own satisfaction rather than mine. And now that I'm feeling this...it makes everything else seem even worse.

But we can't keep doing this, can we? We need to find a way out of this mess before it gets any worse for all of us.

I cry out as you touch me, my hips bucking off the bed in search of more contact. Your tongue feels incredible against my sensitive flesh, and I can't help but Arch my back into your mouth even harder. It feels so good...but it isn't right. I need to stop this before we cross a line that can't be uncrossed.

I grab at his shoulders again, trying to steady myself as he continues to bring me closer and closer to orgasm. "Please," I whisper hoarsely between gasps for air.

I stare at your cock in awe and fear, my heart pounding in my chest as I realize what you're asking of me. It feels so wrong...but it looks so right. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I struggle to find the words to tell you no, that we can't do this. But all that comes out is a small, whimpering sound.

My hands shake as I reach out and touch your cock, feeling its warmth and weight against my skin.

I bite my lip, looking away as I touch your cock. My husband...he's never been this big. He's always been smaller, less impressive. And yet, it feels so right to have you here with me like this. But we can't keep doing this...it isn't fair to either of us.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I reach out and stroke your cock again, feeling the heat and firmness against my skin. "It isn't right," I whisper hoarsely. "