I remember the way the leather seats felt against my skin as I sat there, watching her. She knew I loved it when other men stared at her breasts, and she wore that black top with the deep neckline just for that reason. Her big, round boobs were practically spilling out, and I could see the outline of her nipples under the fabric. She looked at me with those half-lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted, and I knew she was enjoying every second of it.
Her Deliberate Pose
She touched her hair, posing deliberately, and I couldn’t help but think about all the men who would be drooling over her. She was my hotwife, and she knew how to drive me wild. The way she looked at me, the way she knew I was watching, it was all part of the game. And I loved every minute of it.