Chapter 11

As soon as the door closed behind Hailey and Leo, Frederick and Margret succumbed to their primal desires, their lips locking in a passionate embrace that seemed to devour each other's very essence. The air was electric with tension as they surrendered to their erotic desires, their kisses deepening into a fervent smooching that left them both breathless.

They settled for a downstairs instead of going back upstairs, their bodies magnetized to each other, drawn by their desires.

As they surrendered to the unbridled fervor of their passion, their lips remained locked in a sweet, sensual communion, their kisses escalating into ardent, soul-stirring caresses that left them both gasping in rapturous abandon. Their hands roamed, exploring each other's bodies with tender, tactile reverence, tracing the curves, lines, and contours with sensual, exploratory precision. Every touch sparked a new wave of passion, their skin igniting with an exquisite, electrifying sensitivity that left them shivering, quivering, and trembling in unbridled delight.

"Choose your poison, my dear - the shield of protection or the kiss of kryptonite?" Frederick purred, his voice low and romantic tone.

"well, I don't require a shield, baby, but the kryptonite weaks superman" replied Margret in a flirting tone.

Frederick's smile was a slow-burning fire, a confident smirk that spoke volumes of his unyielding resolve. "This Superman has no Achille's heel, my love - no vulnerability to exploit . I am the master and fuck them kryptonite, baby."

The air was electric with tension, the words hanging like a challenge between them.

"Oh, really? Let's put your Superman to the test," Margret purred, her voice husky with seduction. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Then, Without warning, she descended, her hands wrapping around his dick, then her mouth wrapping around him like The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of desire, the pulse of passion, making him moan "oh yeah Maggie, right there! ".

Ten minutes later,

a lifetime of pleasure condensed into a single, breathless moment. Margret disengaged, her eyes flashing with sexual desires, then she lay on her back, for missionary, her body calls like gravitational force

"let's see what you hate, , Superman," she whispered, her voice was like a gentle breeze on a summer's day.

He obliged, his manhood sliding into her pussy like a key into a lock. Her moans echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure, a chorus of delight. The sound waves danced on the wind, a tantalizing whisper of forbidden desire. As their passion reached a fever pitch, Frederick's lips sought to silence Margret's ardent moans with a tender, unbroken kiss.

Time passes by as they switched positions doggy, The 69 position and oral and also sweet oragasms and cumming with an aural of excitement, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of passion of lust.

Enveloped in the warmth of each other's embrace, they fell to the allure of slumber, after an energetic organsm.

The morning came, accompanied by the jarring melody of the alarm clock, Frederick's gaze fluttered open, his eyes locking onto the timepiece beside him. The digits glared back, a harsh reminder of the day's impending responsibilities. With a start, he sprang from the bed, leaving Margret's tranquil form behind. He dashed towards the bathroom, the sound of rushing water soon filling the air as he freshened up.

Margret's slumbering form stirred, her senses gradually awakening to the unsettling absence of Frederick's warmth beside her. As she sat up with a start, her gaze swept the empty bed. The melodic sound of water splashing in the bathroom served as a sonic catalyst, prompting her to call out in a husky, sleep-tinged voice, "Honey, is that you?" The query hung in the air, a gentle probe seeking confirmation.

Frederick's response, a warm, velvety invitation, drifted from the bathroom, "Yeah, baby, it's me. I'm bathing, care to join me?" The words dripped with enticing promise, a sensual summons that stirred Margret's curiosity and beckoned her to rise and join him. The sound of water continued to tantalize, a soothing serenade that echoed through the room, drawing her closer to the bathroom But Just as she was about to go in to the bath room and join him, her phone rings,