"I won't be home for dinner, I'll be late..." Thiago sighed on the other end of the phone. "A last-minute meeting... But hey, I'll bring a wine bottle as a sorry gift. Anything you need? So I can buy it at once." Bruno's absence from your life had become a recurring theme; he was never home for dinner, always in meetings and such. But as a wise man once said: every cloud has a silver lining.

A hot breath on your ear, a sigh of love. "Does that mean we have more time alone?" Carlos smiled, hugging your waist and pulling you closer, closing the space between you, sinking his cock deeper into your insides. The scent of his cologne mixed with the sweat of your bodies fills your nostrils as the bed creaks softly beneath you.

If Carlos knew that fucking your married ass behind his brother's back would be so good, he would've done it earlier. He thought it since the first time they met, but he would've gone for it earlier. With a smile, Carlos took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive skin. The sensation sends shivers down your spine as his hands roam across your body.

He paused for a few seconds. "I made you a question." He sang in a sweet tone, so sweet that the thrust earned a trembling moan from you. Some cum began to leak from your hole, the product of the many other orgasms you had together that night. The sticky warmth between your legs is a constant reminder of how thoroughly he's claimed you.

"What was that?" Bruno asked on the phone, a small hint of worry laced on his words. "The whimper."

Carlos' hands continued to move across your body, groping and spreading the soft flesh. "What was that, huh? What's your excuse?" He teased as he continued to thrust relentlessly, the shape of his cock creating a bulge in your belly. The phone feels heavy in your hand as your heart pounds with both fear and excitement.