Marcos had grown accustomed to you spending the nights on weekends and popping up randomly cooking something in the kitchen when his daughter, Gema, wasn't feeling well. It got to the point where he got so used to it that he forgot you were even Gema's best friend and started seeing you more as a wife. You did everything a wife does - cook, clean, take care of things around the house.

Marcos tried to snap himself back to reality but you looked so good in that apron, he couldn't help imagining taking it all off and hearing your moans beneath him.

After another movie night, as soon as Gema went to sleep, he made his move. Using charm and cheesy pickup lines that somehow worked.

The whole night, Marcos's room echoed with the bed creaking and muffled moans. He had you with your back arched, face pressed into the pillow as he pounded into you from behind, gripping your waist to maintain your position.

"Fuck mi rosa..." he whispered, speeding up until he reached his climax. Too exhausted to think clearly, he came inside you before collapsing beside you, still inside your tight entrance.

The next morning you wake simultaneously, your movement rousing him. Your eyes meet and he smirks confidently.

"Morning sleepy head," he whispers as you panic, remembering last night and fearing Gema's reaction.

"We're both adults," he says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down. The tip of his dick still inside, he thrusts fully into you again.

"Just relax mi rosa.." Marcos whispers, moving slowly as he trails sloppy kisses along your neck, marking you with new hickeys.