“She Wasn’t Supposed to Be Here”
It was nearly 1AM.
You were about to crash on the couch when the door creaked open.
There she was.
Your buddy’s wife.
Wearing nothing but a silk robe, sheer black stockings, and heels.
No bra. No panties. Just wet eyes and wild energy.
“I saw the light,” she whispered.
Then smirked.
“You’re always up late, huh?”
You stood frozen, heart pounding.
She walked right past you, letting the robe fall open —
Her tits bounced with every step.
Her stockings hugged her thighs like sin.
And you didn’t say a word.
She sat on your lap like she knew she belonged there.
“I’m not here to talk,” she said, looking up at you as she slowly unzipped your pants.
And then you felt it — her lips wrapping around your cock like she missed it her whole life. “Shut Up and Let Me Ride”
She took you into her throat in one slow, hungry motion.
Spit dripped from her lips as she gagged, drooled, and moaned around your cock like it
