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dilf!anakin would definitely be the type to steal you away from the kids for a while just to fuck you.

he'd come up with some random excuse like "we gotta go have a private talk" while grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bedroom. as soon as he shuts the door, he would be so quick to strip you from your clothes, pawing at your ass and tits, until you're totally naked above him.

"shhh baby can't let the kids hear us." his hot breath fanning your neck as you bounce on his thick cock. it would be absolutely impossible for you to keep quiet.

"needed you so bad angel, i just couldn't wait." he grunts, his hips thrusting harshly up to meet yours.

your kids would eventually start knocking on the door needing you for whatever reason, but anakin doesn't care, he still needs you. his hand slips right down to your clit, making you quickly clamp your mouth shut to prevent any noise coming from escaping. your orgasm creeping closer and closer.

"just a minute, mommy's coming!"

"isn't that right mommy?"

18+, smut, Dilf!Anakin, cheating.

"Look at you, my good girl," 𝗗𝗶𝗹𝗳!𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 whispers, his grip in your forearms tightening as he brings your body closer to his, pressing your back against his broad chest. "I thought you said this was the last time."

Everything about him is like a drug you can't stop consuming, always injecting it into your veins, enjoying the thrill, turning off your phone, and taking off your wedding band. Skin to skin, you moan louder, safe inside the thick walls of the motel, your walls milk his cock, clinging to him desperately.

"Just face it. You can't stop thinking about me," Anakin haunts you, hitting all the spots no one else can reach, pushing the buttons that make your body tremble. The sloppy sound is music to his ears, he needs more. Is like a greedy feeling that he only experiences when he's with you. "You can't stop thinking about my cock, always calling me drunk, begging me to come over and fuck you— such a shameless slut, with your husband sleeping upstairs."

Letting go of your arms, your body collapses on the bed, the mattress bouncing with your combined weight. The pillow sinks as he pushes his palm over your head, lifting your hips by hooking an arm underneath your hips. Your cries grow louder, so do his thrusts. It is almost 6:00 AM, he has been going for hours, ravishing your body, destroying every guilty thought you had left for texting him again.

"You are stuck with me, darling," You wouldn't have it any other way. "So why don't we turn on that phone of yours and call your husband, maybe I can send him a video of your pussy stretching around my cock."