Most people say that jealousy is a female trait, Well, even men can get jealous. To him, jealousy has become like the air he breathes. Every day, the same text message. “I want to be with you” he says. “He better do you right, or I will steal you for him” he says. The truth is that has been in love with her his entire life.
Passion is what’s between them now. He confessed to her that he no longer wanted to be just friends with her, He wants her to be his. He wants kids, and marriage with her, and he does not want to share her with him anymore, Andy says he is going to wait, but waiting has become a thing of the past in the back of his mind. He keeps saying that he will wait for her, and not rush things. Yet it seems as though every day, every hour, he goes back on his word. He can’t wait another day. He wants to feel Dolores on top of him, looking deep into his eyes,. Her breath pressed up against him, panting for more. His hands on her hips pushing down and pulling close to him. “Oh Dolores, that’s the spot” he screams in the middle of the night. He can feel her womanhood grip his dick as it rocks back and forth like a boat during the perfect storm. Their passion is addicting, strong, mind blowing. Their moans together respond to each other in a way others could only dream of. Andy puts his big, strong masculine hands on her supple behind, rocking it back and forth. Their lips feed on each other, desperately wanting to stay together, never separating. Hunger for each other dominates everything. Their own existence only belongs to one another. In and out, up and down, her nails dig deep into his muscular back. His tanned toned body demands that she stroke him. So much so that her pussy stretches as he goes in and out, deeper and deeper. The sight of her body being on top of his is heaven on earth. His hands holding on to her wide, thick, soft hips while she bounced on top of his made him cum even harder. Up and down her breast moved as he lead her bodies into ecstasy. Hot cum dripping from their genitals, splashing down his balls the same as waterfalls against rocks. “Yes baby, come to me” murmured from his lips as he held her closer down the middle of her creamy chocolate back. In one swift move he pushes her away from his chest to admire her tits and gaze into her eyes as her wavy hair bounced in sync with their bodies. It was a sight to see , the pleasure in her face as she violently bounced on top of him. Her pleasure made it even hotter for him. To know that he owned her, and pleasured her made his life complete. At this point nothing would ever separate them, not even her marriage to another man. Forbidden fruit is always more desired. 
Why such desire? Because otherwise, it would be forbidden. Andy knows Dolores is taken. That makes him want her even more. His body aches for her just at the sheer sound of her voice. Her hair smelled like strawberry the last time he had her in his arms. Her skin tasted like ripe pears. For him, it was like being out in a field letting all his fears float away. With her, everything was right with the world. To him, she was his woman.

She is not with him and that kills him. Every day he has to beg her for a private conversation with him where they can both get their rocks off. Deep desire for her fills his days and nights. Seeing her laying there, with just a sheer over her body separating them. Her long wavy black hair comes down to the small of her back, covering her creamy milk chocolate shape. Her tits, they are a double D cup. Just enough to take up most of his hand without over endulging his desires. Her waist is about twenty nine inches around, yes she is a thick one. Good enough to grab and hang on to while both of them are bouncing against each other. Dolores’ lips are juicy and almost cherry red. The kind that you just want to suck on all night. Calling out for Andy, they get moist and swell. You can smell the pheromones as soon as he touches her, Their pleasure is so good, it makes the most risque individual blush with anticipation. The ones on her mouth are just as inviting. He stands at six feet four inches, with the body of a Greek God. His chest is ripped with a mild six pack with hard muscle behind it. His beautiful hazel eyes stare right through her like the world ends and begins with her, at least his does,