My Biracial DILF Landlord
I stood under the shower, lost in my thoughts as warm water cascaded down
my body. The past few weeks with my wife had been brutal–constant
arguments, blatant disrespect, and stinging verbal abuse had pushed me to
the edge. I felt trapped, unsure of what to do next.
My spiraling thoughts snapped to a halt when I turned and saw him. There
he was: a tall, lean, muscular man with a short stubbled beard, showering
in the stall across from mine. Water glistened on his chest as it flowed
over his medium brown skin. Our eyes met briefly–too briefly–before we…