"Bastard... getting scared by this worthless dog actually feels kinda thrilling..." Margaret stared at the silent bedroom door, her thoughts running wild.
At that very mont, without warning, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Caleb appeared at the doorway with a smile, a flicker of suspicion flashing in his eyes before he spotted Margaret sitting alone on the bed, lost in thought. He chuckled and said, "Margaret, what are you doing hiding in the bedroom all alone? Why is the power out in the house?"
Seeing Caleb suddenly appear at the door without any warning, Margaret was imdiately startled. She glanced nervously toward the wardrobe, then quickly composed herself and said to Caleb, "I don’t know either. The power suddenly went out. I called an electrician to fix it. Why are you back?"
A woman capable of holding the position of bureau chief, even with strong connections, was undoubtedly shrewd. Faced with Caleb’s unexpected return, Margaret only showed a brief mont of surprise before imdiately regaining her composure. She acted as if nothing had happened, casually displaying a lazy deanor.
Only Harry, hiding in the wardrobe and observing Margaret up close, could notice that her legs were trembling slightly from the tension and excitent of almost being caught in the act. The loose nightgown between her legs was soaked with her juices.
"Oh, the boss had sothing co up last minute, so the eting was postponed to tomorrow," Caleb replied, his voice carrying a respectful gentleness. His tone was calm but laced with a trace of suspicion that was hard to detect, making Harry, hidden in the wardrobe, even more nervous.
This was Harry’s first ti sneaking into soone else’s ho to have an affair, and now he was trapped in the wardrobe while the husband was right outside. The feeling was both terrifying and thrilling, a mix of panic and excitent.
Listening to the sound of Caleb’s shoes stepping on the wooden floor as he slowly entered the bedroom, Harry held his breath. His heartbeat seed to sync with the footsteps, pounding faster and faster from the tension.
Through the gap in the wardrobe, Harry saw Caleb walk up to Margaret. Though his tone was casual as he chatted about trivial matters, his eyes kept scanning the room.
This made Harry realize that Caleb already suspected Margaret! Was he about to be caught in the act again?
Harry helplessly looked down at his naked body and his still-erect, proud cock. Even though he could always respawn and had nothing to fear, being caught in this state was undeniably awkward.
"Margaret, this project is very important to . I’d like you to personally go and negotiate with the boss for ..." Caleb’s sharp gaze swept across the room once more. Finding nothing unusual, he turned to Margaret and spoke.
"I’m not interested in you or your affairs. Don’t involve . Get out. I’m tired and want to rest!"
Seeing Caleb’s eyes continuously searching the bedroom, Margaret grew increasingly nervous. Though she tried hard to maintain her calm facade, her movents still seed sowhat forced.
Her impatience and urgency were especially obvious to Harry, revealing all the flaws in her act.
However, this was only noticeable under deliberate scrutiny. For Caleb, who rely had a vague suspicion, Margaret’s behavior didn’t seem out of the ordinary.
"Alright, I’ll go downstairs and check what’s causing the blackout. You rest well..." Caleb’s gaze lingered on the wardrobe for a mont before he turned and left the bedroom with steady steps.
Hearing the door close, Harry finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Caleb’s actions had scared him badly. The feeling was like playing a ga of hide-and-seek—both tense and exhilarating. Since there was no real fear of severe consequences from being caught, after a mont of nervous panting, Harry actually found the situation more and more exciting.
"How did you know he’d suddenly co back?!" Before Harry could push open the wardrobe door, Margaret impatiently yanked it open, staring at him with shock and panic.
Harry had been fucking her just monts ago, doing nothing else, receiving no calls or warnings, yet he sohow knew Caleb was about to return. Not only that, but the timing was perfect—just one or two minutes later, and they would have been caught in bed together!
Margaret couldn’t understand how Harry had managed it. Recalling how he had helped her exorcise the ghost before, she grew more convinced of his supernatural abilities. A hint of awe toward him inevitably arose in her heart.
"Have you forgotten what I do? I can exorcise ghosts for you, so of course I have so special abilities of my own. This kind of thing isn’t strange for at all."
Harry smirked mysteriously, stepping out of the wardrobe. Looking at Margaret, who was still tense and shaken, he grinned lewdly and said, "Mrs. Margaret, didn’t you still not get enough just now? Let’s continue, hm? ~"
"Are you crazy? My husband is back now! He could co back to the bedroom at any mont! Aren’t you thinking of a way to escape? Instead... you still want to fuck ... you... aren’t you afraid of death?" Margaret looked at Harry with disbelief. She had thought Harry would panic and be terrified because of Caleb’s return, but Harry acted as if nothing had happened, showing not a trace of fear. Instead, he seed extrely excited and even demanded to continue having sex with her!
"Isn’t this more exciting? Mrs. Margaret, think about it. I’m over here fucking soone else’s wife to the point of climax after climax, while that person remains completely oblivious just outside the door. Don’t you find that thrilling? And... the husband of the slut I’m fucking could walk in at any mont and catch his wife brazenly having an affair right in their own bedroom! Wow! The more I think about it, the more excited I get!"
Harry grinned wildly with a perverted lust, pressing Margaret’s shoulders and shoving her down onto the bed.
"You’re insane!! Don’t touch !! What... what are you doing?! Let go!!" Margaret let out a panicked, hushed scream as Harry pounced on her again.
Afraid that Caleb outside might hear the noise, Margaret didn’t dare make too much sound. Her angry, frightened cries were deliberately suppressed, making them sound more like coy resistance.
As a result, her struggles beca even weaker.
Faced with Harry’s strong and rough assault, Margaret could only resist him with words while her body remained pinned under him. She could only watch helplessly as Harry lifted her nightgown, spread her legs, and shoved his thick, monstrous penis back inside her.
"Ah!~~ Hah!~~ No!~~ Really no!~~ He already suspects !~~ He might co back any second!!~~ Are you crazy?!~~ What are you doing?!~~ This really isn’t okay!!~~ Ah!~~ Ahh!~~ No!~~ No!~~ Ah!~~ No!~~ No!~~ Ah!!~~ Hah!~~ Ahhh!~~ Mmm!~~ Ah!~~ Mmm!~~ Mmmm!!"
As Harry violated her, Margaret’s struggles grew weaker. Her tense, hushed scolding gradually turned into seductive, slutty moans and gasps.
The intense pleasure and excitent made Margaret involuntarily respond to Harry’s rape, actively eting his thrusts beneath him.
Her body rocked violently, and Harry’s thrusts grew faster and fiercer. The nervous excitent made Margaret especially aroused, and she soon teetered on the edge of climax under such fierce fucking.
Waves of pleasure surged through her like a tide, making Margaret feel as if she were floating in a warm, numbing ocean—both thrilling and euphoric!
"Hah!~~ Ah!~~ Ahh!~~ Wait!~~ This isn’t okay! Ah!~~ It’s too dangerous!~~ Stop for a second!~~ Wait!~~"
Margaret suddenly seed to rember sothing and struggled again, pushing Harry away as he climbed onto the bed, ready to fully indulge. Panting heavily, she said, "Wait... if you want to do it... do it under the covers... if he suddenly cos in again... we’ll have ti to hide!~~"
Harry, who had been panting and thrusting wildly into Margaret, finally paused. He glanced at the blankets and bed behind her, then slowly pulled his penis out of her.
Margaret’s bed was soft and plush, sinking slightly under their weight. Combined with the fluffy blankets, an extra person lying there wouldn’t be easily noticed.
"Lie down properly! I’ll fuck you from behind!" Harry rolled onto the bed, lifting the blankets impatiently as he spoke to Margaret.
Margaret bit her lip in sha, her delicate body nestling into Harry’s embrace as she turned her back to him. She raised her soft ass, pressing it against his hard cock.
Harry pulled the blankets over them, wrapping around Margaret’s waist from behind. One hand groped her supple breasts while his hips thrust forward, easily sliding his cock back into her wet pussy. With a fierce push, he buried himself deep inside her.
"Hah!~~ Ahh!~~ Faster!~~ Ah!~~ Hah!~~ I!~~ I’m gonna cum!~~"
Perhaps the change in position made Margaret even more excited, or maybe the cover of the blankets made her bolder. Whatever the reason, she moaned loudly as Harry’s strong body held her from behind, fucking her hard and fast. She even turned her head to kiss Harry’s lips as he nibbled her earlobe, hungrily tangling her tongue with his.
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