It is 3 weeks after he claimed her for the first time on the roads to Johannesburg.

Today, Sipho didn’t take her home after the factory was closed. Instead, he drove to his apartment, his gaze locking onto hers in the rearview mirror.

“I want you in my bed today ,” he growled.

Ash’s pulse raced. She said she didnt plan this and had to go home early.

"It wont be long" he assertively said.

The moment they stepped inside, his hands were on her, tearing away her work cloths . His mouth claimed hers as he carried her to the bed, his muscular body pinning her down.

Sipho didn’t just fuck her—he ruined her. He took her with a primal intensity, stretching her married pussy in ways her husband never could. She screamed as he pounded into her, his thick cock hitting depths that made her forget her vows.

“You love this, don’t you?” he taunted, flipping her onto her knees. “Taking my dick like a slut?”

Ash could only moan in response, her body betraying her guilt with every pulse of pleasure. He filled her completely, leaving her trembling and dripping.

Ash was a complete mess. She can't go home like this with his cum glazed all over her body.

"I need to use your shower" she said.

Sipho wasn’t done.

As she tried to gather herself, he dragged her into the shower, pressing her against the slick tiles. The hot water cascaded over them as he took her again, his hands gripping her hips as he plunged into her from behind.

“One more time before you go home,” he murmured, biting her neck.

Ash came undone once more, her cries lost in the steam. When he finally let her go, her legs were weak, her body marked by his passion.

As Sipho drove her home, she adjusted her clothes, her mind clouded with lust, pussy still dripping of his cum.

A subtle smile and happiness of satisfaction deep down in her mind.