Six-Nine Dripping Fantasies

**WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT 21+**

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My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his c**k slamming in and out, deep and rough.

I should have screamed. Instead my p**sy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my cl*t as he f**ked her right in front of me.

He glanced over. "You like watching my c**k stretch her?" I rubbed faster.