Married Man Has Secret Affair With His Hairstylist

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Late night appointments with his hairstylist has a married man engaging with steamy sex with his hairstylist.

Gary looked out the rain-speckled window, the neon lights from the street reflecting off his glasses as he waited for the bus. He was feeling particularly restless tonight, his mind wandering to thoughts of Deena, the hair stylist who had been tending to his curly mop for over a year. Her touch had always been gentle, yet firm, hinting at a strength that lay beneath her slender frame. As the bus pulled up with a hiss, he stepped aboard, swiping his card and finding a seat as the city lights blurred outside the foggy window.

Deena, with her fiery red hair and piercing green eyes, had been the highlight of his otherwise mundane weekly routine. Her laughter was like music to his ears, a sweet melody that made him feel alive. The salon was her domain, a place where she ruled with a velvet fist, ensuring every client left feeling pampered and reborn. As the bus jerked to a halt, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change, that the air was thick with unspoken desires.

The salon was quiet when he arrived, the usual chatter of hair dryers and the snip of scissors replaced by the muffled sound of rain outside. Deena was the only one there, a vision in a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She looked up from the reception desk, her smile lighting up the room. “Gary,” she said, her voice a sultry purr. “You’re my last appointment for the night.”

SUMMARY^1: On a rainy evening, Gary eagerly awaited his bus to Deena’s salon, feeling restless with desire for the woman who had brightened his life with her touch and laughter. Upon arrival, he found the salon serene and empty except for Deena, who greeted him in a figure-hugging dress that accentuated her allure.

He took his seat in her chair, feeling the warmth of the salon envelop him as she began to work her magic. The scent of her shampoo filled the air, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla that made his senses swirl. As her fingers danced through his hair, massaging his scalp, he felt himself getting lost in the moment, his eyes drifting closed. Her touch grew more intimate, her fingers tracing his neck, and he wondered if she noticed the way he was responding.

Her breasts brushed against his arm as she leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear. “You know,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive, “I’ve always thought you were more than just a client.” The room grew warmer, the tension palpable as her hand lingered on his shoulder, her nails digging in gently. “There’s something about you, something… irresistible.”

Gary’s eyes snapped open, his heart racing. He turned to look at her, the question in his gaze mirrored in hers. Deena stepped closer, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “What do you think about that?”

Her words were like a spark in dry grass, igniting a fire within him. He reached up, his hands trembling slightly as they found her waist. “Deena,” he began, his voice thick with desire, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” She leaned into his touch, her breath quickening. With a swift movement, he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together.

SUMMARY^1: As Deena shampooed his hair, her touch grew increasingly intimate, hinting at her own desires. She whispered her thoughts into his ear, confessing her true feelings, and the room’s tension grew palpable. When he finally confessed his own longings, they succumbed to the heat between them, their bodies pressing together in a passionate embrace.

Their lips met, a kiss that was at once tender and demanding. Her mouth was warm and inviting, her tongue darting out to dance with his. He could taste the hint of mint from her gum, a refreshing contrast to the sweetness of her lip gloss. Their kiss grew more urgent, their breaths mingling as they explored each other. Deena’s hands slid down to his chest, her nails scraping lightly across his skin as she unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes never leaving his.

With a swift motion, she pulled the shirt open, exposing his chest. Her eyes widened in appreciation, taking in the sight of his muscles, the result of countless hours at the gym. Her hands roamed over his body, her fingertips tracing the contours of his abs, sending waves of pleasure through him. He groaned into her mouth, his hands finding the zipper of her dress and pulling it down, revealing the crimson lace bra that barely contained her ample breasts.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she stepped back, allowing the dress to pool around her ankles. She was breathtaking, her skin pale and flawless, her body a testament to her dedication to self-care. Her breasts spilled out of her bra, and he couldn’t resist the urge to take one in his hand, feeling the softness and warmth of her flesh.

SUMMARY^1: Deena and Gary shared a passionate kiss, escalating to a heated embrace. She undressed him, revealing his well-toned body. He admired her in return, and they continued to explore each other’s bare skin, her excitement palpable as she allowed her dress to fall, revealing her crimson lingerie.

Deena gasped at his touch, arching her back as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Her hands found the back of his head, pulling him closer as she guided him downward. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently as he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned, her body trembling with desire.

The salon was theirs, a sanctuary of passion amidst the dreary night outside. As they stumbled back to the chair, their clothes falling away, the only sound was the steady patter of rain against the window. The chair creaked slightly under their combined weight as they continued to kiss, their hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies.

The cushion was cool against his bare back as Deena straddled him, her wet pussy sliding along his cock. They both gasped at the contact, the heat of her body setting him on fire. He reached up, cupping her breasts in his hands, feeling her nipples harden against his palms.

“Take me,” she murmured, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Without hesitation, he lifted her up, aligning his cock with her entrance. She sank down onto him, her eyes rolling back in her head as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that had her panting for more.

They moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, the chair rocking gently beneath them. The scent of their arousal mingled with the jasmine and vanilla of the shampoo, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the room. Deena’s legs wrapped around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she took control, grinding her hips against his in a desperate search for release.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. This was more than just a spur-of-the-moment tryst; it was the culmination of months of unspoken longing. As Deena’s orgasm approached, her walls tightened around him, her breath coming in short gasps.

Gary could feel his own climax building, his hips moving faster to match Deena’s urgent pace. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples dark and erect. He watched her face, a symphony of passion, as she threw her head back, her red hair cascading down her back. The sight was too much to bear, and with a final, guttural groan, he came, his cock pulsing deep within her.

They remained like that for a moment, bodies entwined, hearts racing, as the aftershocks of their union echoed through them. Deena leaned forward, her forehead against his, her breaths coming in shallow pants. “Wow,” she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I’ve been dreaming of this.”

Gary couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. “Me too,” he confessed, his voice still thick with passion. “But I never thought it would happen.”

They shared a laugh, the tension of the moment dissipating into the air as they untangled themselves. Deena reached for a towel, cleaning them both up before they helped each other back into their clothes. The act was surprisingly intimate, their hands lingering on skin that was now so familiar.

As they dressed, the rain outside had turned to a gentle tap, the sound a soothing backdrop to their whispers. Deena leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “So,” she said, “about that next appointment…”

Gary’s pulse quickened. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” she began, her voice a sultry purr, “I’ve always wanted to try something a bit… different.” She traced a finger along his jaw, her eyes flicking to the floor-length mirror. “How do you feel about a little role play?”

He felt a thrill run down his spine at the prospect. “I’m game,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.

Deena’s smile grew wicked. “Perfect. Next time, you’re going to be the boss, and I’m going to be your naughty secretary.”

The image she painted was hot, and he felt his cock stirring again at the thought. “I think I can handle that,” he said, his voice full of promise.

They shared one last lingering kiss before she led him to the door, the bell jingling as he stepped out into the cool night air. The city was quiet now, the rain a gentle lullaby that seemed to whisper of their secret.

As he walked away from the salon, the dampness clinging to him like a second skin, he couldn’t help but look back at the dimly lit window. Deena was standing there, her silhouette framed by the neon lights, a knowing smile on her lips. He knew that every haircut from now on would be an erotic adventure, a thrilling escape from the monotony of his daily life. And as he disappeared into the night, he could almost hear the whispers of anticipation for their next rendezvous.

The following week, as he walked through the salon door, his heart raced like a teenager on prom night. Deena was already waiting for him, her smile a secret shared between them. She led him to the chair, her hips swaying in a way that made his mouth water. She was dressed in a way that screamed ‘fuck me’, her skirt so short he could see the tops of her stockings, and her blouse unbuttoned just enough to reveal the lacy cups of her bra.

With a playful wink, she sat him down and began to massage his feet, her thumbs pressing into the arches with a firmness that made him groan. She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin, and whispered, “You liked that toe thing last time, didn’t you?”

Gary nodded, his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror. “I want more,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she slipped off her own shoes, revealing a pair of red high heels that matched her lipstick. She stepped onto the footrest, her legs straddling him, and placed her left foot on his thigh. He could feel the warmth of her skin through his pants, and his cock began to stir.

Deena leaned back in the chair, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her blouse. She lifted her foot, her toes curling as she offered them to him. Without a second thought, he took her big toe into his mouth, sucking it gently as his hands caressed the smoothness of her calf. She moaned, the sound a sweet symphony in his ears. He moved on to the next toe, savoring the taste of her, the way she squirmed in the chair with every suck and nibble. Her toes were like little erogenous zones, each one sending jolts of pleasure up her leg and straight to her core.

As he worked his way down her foot, Deena reached over and began to stroke his cock through his pants, her movements slow and deliberate. He could feel himself getting harder, the anticipation of what was to come making him ache. He released her toes with a pop, his mouth moving to kiss the arch of her foot, her ankle, the sensitive spot behind her knee.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she leaned back further, giving him complete access to her body. He took advantage of the position, sliding his hand up her thigh, feeling the warm, damp fabric of her panties. She was already wet, her juices seeping through the fabric, and he couldn’t wait to taste her again.

But tonight, she had other plans. “Keep going,” she urged, her voice breathy. “All of them.”

And so, he did, his mouth moving from toe to toe, each one receiving the same attentive kiss and suck. Her legs trembled as he reached the last one, and he could feel her pussy throbbing against his hand. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, the way her red nails contrasted with the paleness of her skin, the way her toes curled in pleasure.

And then, as if on cue, she slid off the chair, her body coming to rest on the cold salon floor. She spread her legs wide, the fabric of her panties dark and wet with desire. “Gary,” she breathed, her voice a siren’s call. “I need you.”

With a growl of pure lust, he ripped her panties off, tossing them aside. He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue delving into the sweetness of her pussy. Deena’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place as she rocked her hips against his face. The sound of his sucking and her moaning filled the salon, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate in every corner of the room.

This was it, the moment he had been craving since the first time they had been together. And as he felt her orgasm build, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, he knew that the night had only just begun.

“Gary,” Deena panted, her eyes glazed with desire. “I want more.”

Her words were like a command, one that he was more than willing to obey. He slid his tongue up her slit, tracing the path of her arousal until he reached her clit. As he began to lick and suck, she gripped his hair tighter, her hips bucking against his face. But he had something else in mind tonight, something that had been on his mind since their last encounter.

With a mischievous smile, he slithered his tongue along the seam of her ass, teasing the tight bud of her anus. She gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Shh,” he murmured against her skin. “Just trust me.”

And with that, he pressed his tongue against her puckered hole, feeling it quiver beneath the gentle pressure. Deena’s body tensed for a moment before she relaxed, allowing him to explore this forbidden area. He licked and kissed, her taste musky and alluring, until she was begging for more.

“Lick it,” she whimpered, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Please, lick my ass.”

The salon floor was cold and hard beneath her knees, but she didn’t care. All she could focus on was the exquisite sensation of his tongue against her most intimate spot. She had never felt so open, so vulnerable, and it was intoxicating. Her hands slid down to her pussy, her fingers circling her clit as he worked his magic.

Gary felt a thrill of power as he licked and probed, her moans growing louder with each passing second. He could feel her body tightening, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. And when he finally pushed his tongue inside her, she came apart, her legs shaking as she screamed his name.

He lapped at her juices, savoring the sweetness of her release. She collapsed back onto the chair, her chest heaving. “Fuck,” she panted, her eyes closed. “That was… amazing.”

They shared a knowing smile, the air thick with the scent of their passion. The role play had taken an unexpected turn, but one that had only served to deepen their connection.

Gary stood up, his own need now a pressing ache. He stepped out of his pants, his cock bobbing with excitement. Deena’s eyes widened as she took in the sight, her hunger clear. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length.

“My turn,” she said, her voice a sultry promise.

And with that, she leaned forward, her mouth enveloping him in a wet, hot embrace. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing the slit before sliding down the shaft. He groaned, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as she took him deeper, her throat working around him like a vice.

Deena’s eyes never left his as she bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. She could feel his cock swelling, his balls tightening, and she knew he was close. But she didn’t stop, her need to taste him, to feel him come in her mouth, driving her on.

As he climaxed, she took his entire length, her throat constricting around him as she swallowed every drop. His eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the chair. It was a sight that would be etched in his mind forever, one that had him vowing to come back for more, no matter what the cost.

Their secret trysts had become a delicious addiction, one that neither of them wanted to quit. And as they cleaned up, their eyes met in the mirror, the promise of future encounters reflected in the glass.

“See you next week,” Deena murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

Gary nodded, his heart racing at the thought. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Their eyes held a silent conversation, full of passion and desire. Deena reached up, her hand snaking around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a deep, hungry kiss. Her other hand found his cock, stroking it gently. “But tonight,” she whispered against his lips, “I want you to do something different.”

His eyes widened, a question in his gaze. “What?”

Her voice was a seductive murmur. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Gary’s cock twitched at the words, the taboo request making him even harder. He had fantasized about it, but never had the courage to ask. Now, here she was, begging for it.

“Are you sure?” he managed to say, his voice hoarse.

Deena nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I’ve been thinking about it all week. And tonight, I want you to make me scream.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. He stood, his cock pulsing with excitement, and helped her to her feet. She turned around, presenting her ass to him, the cheeks firm and round in the mirror. He took a moment to appreciate the view before moving closer, his cock nudging against her.

He reached around her, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples as he lined up his cock with her tight, puckered hole. He could feel her trembling with anticipation, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He took a deep breath, his heart racing, and pushed forward.

The head of his cock breached her, and she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut. He took it slow, working himself in inch by inch, her body adjusting to the new sensation. The tightness was exquisite, a pressure that made him want to explode immediately.

Deena’s moans grew louder, her body rocking back to meet him as he pushed deeper. “More,” she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. “I want all of you.”

And so, he gave her more, his cock sliding into her ass until he was buried to the hilt. He paused, giving her time to adjust, before starting a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through them both, the friction exquisite.

Her hand slid down to her pussy, her fingers working her clit in time with his strokes. She was wet and ready, her body begging for release. He watched in the mirror as she played with herself, her eyes glazed with lust.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Deena’s eyes flew open, meeting his in the mirror. “Don’t stop,” she panted. “Please, don’t ever stop.”

He didn’t. He fucked her hard and deep, her ass taking him like a glove. She was tight and hot, the sensation unlike anything he had ever felt. And when she came, her body convulsing around his cock, it was like a trigger. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a roar, he emptied himself inside her.

They stood there, panting and trembling, their bodies joined as one. The salon was quiet except for the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint echoes of their passionate cries. It was a moment of pure bliss, a memory that would stay with them both forever.

As they separated, Deena turned to him, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. “That was… incredible,” she breathed, her eyes shining.

Gary couldn’t agree more. “You’re insatiable,” he said, his voice filled with admiration.

She grinned, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. “And you’re more than willing to keep up.”

They shared a laugh, their bodies still humming with desire. They cleaned up, their eyes never leaving each other, the chemistry between them more potent than ever.

The salon was closing in a few minutes, but they both knew that the real fun was just beginning. They had pushed the boundaries of their desires, and there was no going back. The excitement of their secret affair had grown into something more, a sexual connection that seemed to fuel them both.

As they left the salon, the night air cool and damp, they were both already planning their next rendezvous. Deena had been particularly adventurous tonight, her hunger for him insatiable. And when she called him the following week to schedule an appointment, her voice was dripping with something more than just a need for a trim. “Gary,” she had purred over the phone, “I’m feeling a bit… wild. How about we spice things up a bit?”

He had agreed without hesitation, his imagination running wild with the possibilities. And now, as he sat in the chair, watching her hips sway in the mirror, he knew tonight would be one to remember. Deena had come up with a new role play, something that had him on edge with anticipation.

“Alright,” she announced, a devilish glint in her eye. “You’re in for a treat tonight.”

Without another word, she turned off the lights, leaving only the dim glow of the neon sign outside to cast a red hue across the room. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor as she approached was like music to his ears. She stopped behind him, her hands resting on the chair.

“Get on your knees,” she ordered, her voice a seductive command. “I’m a bitch in heat, and I need a good fucking.”

Gary’s cock jumped at her words, his blood racing through his veins. He eagerly complied, dropping to the floor, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. Deena stepped onto the chair, her legs spread wide, the scent of her arousal filling the air.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her hand reaching down to stroke his hair. “Now, worship me like the dirty little slut you know I am.”

Her words were like a drug, pushing him over the edge. He leaned in, his mouth watering as he kissed and licked her pussy, her juices coating his face. She tasted like heaven, a sweet and salty mix that had him addicted. Deena’s hands found his head, her nails digging into his scalp as she pushed him closer, her hips rolling in a silent demand for more.

He obeyed, his tongue delving deeper, finding her clit and flicking it mercilessly. She moaned, her body arching, her breasts bouncing with every movement. The sight was like a pornographic masterpiece, one that he had a front-row seat to.

As she came, her legs shook, her grip on his head tightening until she was grinding against his mouth. He could feel her orgasm wash over her, her juices flooding his mouth. He swallowed greedily, never wanting it to end.

But end it did, and as she climbed off the chair, she bent down to kiss him, her taste still on her lips. “Now,” she said, her voice still hoarse with passion, “It’s your turn.”

She led him to the back room, where she had set up a makeshift bed of towels and pillows. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, the flickering light casting shadows across her body. Deena straddled him, her eyes never leaving his as she began to ride his cock. The feeling of her wetness, her heat, was almost too much to handle.

He watched as her breasts bounced with every bounce, her red hair a fiery halo around her head. Her movements grew more erratic, her moans filling the small space as she chased her second orgasm. And when she reached it, her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice.

Their eyes met, and he could see the hunger in hers. “Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice a harsh whisper. “I want it all.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He grabbed her hips, pulling her down hard as he thrust upwards, his cock sliding in and out of her with a ferocity that had them both panting. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she rode him like a wild animal in heat.

The room was alive with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of their union. Deena’s orgasms rolled through her like waves, one after another, each one more intense than the last. And as he felt his own climax approaching, he knew this was a night that would live in infamy.

With a final, desperate push, he exploded, his seed filling her as she collapsed onto his chest. They lay there, bodies entwined, hearts racing, the candle casting flickering shadows across their sweat-slicked skin. Deena’s breath was hot and fast against his neck, her teeth grazing his skin.

“Again,” she murmured, her voice a hoarse demand. “I want you to fuck me again.”

Gary’s cock was already hardening at the thought, his body eager to oblige. He rolled her onto her back, his eyes never leaving hers. “As you wish,” he said, his voice a low growl.

He took his time, savoring every inch of her, every curve and hollow. Her breasts were flushed and sensitive, her nipples tight with need. He took one in his mouth, suckling gently as his hand found her pussy, already slick and swollen with desire.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as he slid inside her once more. The feeling was indescribable, a perfect union of lust and love. They moved together, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words.

And when she came again, her nails scratching down his back, her screams echoing off the walls, he knew that nothing could ever come close to this moment. He followed her over the edge, his body shaking with the force of his release.

They lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing. The salon was a cocoon of passion, a place where their desires were free to roam. Deena’s eyes searched his, a question in their depths. “What do you say we make this a regular thing?” she asked, her voice a soft purr.

Gary grinned, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with their recent exertions. “I’d say that’s a brilliant idea,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Their eyes held a silent promise, a pact sealed in the heat of passion. Their secret trysts would continue, a delicious dance of desire that neither of them ever wanted to end. As they cleaned up and dressed, the salon grew darker, the night outside pressing closer.

But inside, the flames of their passion burned brighter than ever. They knew that every appointment would be a chance to explore new boundaries, to push each other further into the depths of ecstasy. And as they shared one last, lingering kiss, the future stretched out before them, full of promise and excitement.

Deena leaned back in the chair, her legs spread wide as she beckoned him closer. “I’m a bitch in heat,” she purred, her eyes full of challenge. “And I need a good, hard fucking.”

Gary’s cock swelled at the sight of her, the words a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist. He stepped forward, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself behind her. He slammed into her, her walls tightening around him like a fist. She screamed, her body arching, and he knew that this was it.

Their connection was more than just physical now; it was a dance of power and submission, of need and want. And as he claimed her, his cock plunging deep into her wetness, he knew that she was his, forever and always.

Her nails raked his arms as she bucked against him, her moans growing louder with every thrust. He could feel her orgasm building, the tightness of her pussy a testament to her need. And when it hit her, it was like a bomb going off, her body shaking with the force of it.

They rode the waves of pleasure together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. And when it was over, when they were both spent and sated, they collapsed onto the chair, their limbs tangled together.

The bell on the salon door jingled faintly, the sound of the outside world intruding on their private paradise. But they didn’t care. They had found something that no one could ever take away from them, a connection that was pure and raw and beautiful.

Gary kissed her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “Thank you,” he murmured, the words barely audible.

Deena turned to him, a smile playing on her lips as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Her bra followed suit, revealing her breasts, the nipples hard and begging for his touch. She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with an allure that was impossible to ignore.

Without a word, she dropped to her hands and knees, her ass in the air, the red lace panties barely concealing her wetness. “I’m a bitch in heat,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “And I need a good, hard fucking.”

Gary’s cock throbbed at the sight of her, his desire for her an unquenchable fire. He stepped closer, his hands trembling as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, begging for his attention. He couldn’t resist the urge to run his hand over it, feeling her shiver beneath his touch.

He lined up his cock with her pussy, the tip teasing her wetness before he pushed in. She was tight, so tight, and the sensation was almost too much to handle. Deena’s head fell back, her eyes closed as she moaned his name, the sound like a prayer on her lips.

He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had her moaning and begging for more. She was insatiable, her body responding to every move he made. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her orgasm building with every stroke.

And when it hit her, it was explosive. She screamed, her nails digging into the chair as her body convulsed with pleasure. He followed her over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through him like a tornado, leaving him breathless and shaking.

As they both came down from the high, Deena looked back at him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. “Again,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist.

Gary pulled out, his cock still hard and ready for more. He took a moment to appreciate the view, her ass still in the air, her pussy glistening with their combined arousal. He knew that this was just the beginning of a night that would be etched into his memory forever.

He stepped back, admiring the way her body looked in the candlelight. Deena was a vision, a goddess of passion that had chosen him to worship her. And worship her he would, until they were both too exhausted to move.

With a predatory smile, he grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. “Your wish is my command,” he growled, his cock sliding back into her eager pussy.

Their movements grew more frenzied, their moans filling the salon. The chair creaked beneath them, a testament to their passion. They were lost in a world of their own making, a world where nothing mattered but the pleasure they gave and received.

And as the night grew late and their bodies were slick with sweat, they collapsed together, their hearts racing in time with the drumming of the rain outside. The salon was a sanctuary of desire, a place where they could be free to explore every dark and delicious fantasy.

But even as the storm outside grew to a crescendo, their passion was stronger, a flame that would never be doused. They knew that every time they met in this secret place, they would find something new, something that would drive them both wild with need.

Their clothes lay scattered across the floor, a tangible reminder of the barriers they had shattered. Deena looked up at him, her eyes full of heat. “We’re not done yet,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper.

Gary felt his cock twitch at the promise in her words. He had no doubt that she would find new and exciting ways to drive him wild. And he couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for him next.

They stood, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. Deena took his hand, leading him to the back room. The candle flickered, casting shadows across her body as she turned to him, a question in her eyes.

“Ready for round two?” she asked, her voice full of mischief.

Gary grinned, his heart racing at the prospect of their secret affair continuing. “Always,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms. Deena’s skin was hot and damp with sweat, her heart pounding against his chest as they kissed with a hunger that hadn’t yet been sated. They had stumbled upon a forbidden fruit that neither of them wanted to live without.

“Good,” she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. “Because I’ve got plenty of naughty ideas for our next appointment.”

He groaned, his cock already hardening at the thought of what she might have in store. Deena stepped away, her hips swaying as she sauntered back to the chair, her ass a delicious temptation that he couldn’t resist. She sat down, her legs open, and gestured for him to join her. “But for now,” she said, her voice a siren’s purr, “let’s not waste any more time.”

Gary stepped between her legs, his cock nestling against her wetness. He slid in with ease, her pussy welcoming him back like a warm embrace. They moved together, their bodies speaking a language that only lovers could understand. Deena’s nails raked down his back as she moaned his name, the sound sending waves of pleasure through him.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as she rocked her hips in time with his movements. They were lost in a symphony of desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The salon was their playground, a place where they could indulge in every dark and delicious fantasy.

With each stroke, the tension grew, the air thick with lust. Deena’s moans grew louder, her body tensing as she approached the brink of another orgasm. And when she came, her nails digging into his flesh, he felt her pussy clamp down around his cock like a vice.

The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. And as they climaxed together, their eyes locked in the mirror, they both knew that this was just the beginning. Their secret was safe here, in the dimly lit salon where their desires ruled supreme.

As they came down from their high, Deena leaned back in the chair, her eyes never leaving his. “I can’t get enough of you,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. “Every time I see you, I want you more.”

Gary’s heart swelled with love for this woman who had captured his soul. “And I you,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Our appointments are going to be the best part of my week.”

They cleaned up, their movements lazy and sated. The salon was quiet once more, the only evidence of their passion the scent that lingered in the air. As they dressed, their eyes met in the mirror, a silent promise passing between them.

When it was time to leave, Deena gave him a lingering kiss, her hand cupping his face. “See you next week,” she murmured.

Gary stepped out into the cool night air, feeling alive in a way he hadn’t in years. The rain had stopped, and the city lights glinted off the wet pavement. As he walked away from the salon, he couldn’t help but smile. The world was full of possibilities, and he had Deena to thank for that.

Their secret affair was a beacon of passion in a sea of monotony, and he was eager to dive back in every chance he got. With a spring in his step, he headed home, his mind already racing with thoughts of their next encounter. The days would fly by, each moment leading up to the next time he could taste her sweetness, feel her tightness, and lose himself in the fire of her touch.

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