Wife at Home, Cock in My Palm

Description: I saw that ring before i saw your cock.didn’t stop me, did it? you were already melting the second my fan brushed your thigh, already mine before you even whispered that weak “married” excuse. now every stroke you hide from her is a prayer to me. she folds laundry; i fold your soul. you tell her you’re working late — but we both know what you’re really doing, don’t we, husband?