Watching Her Ride Another Man’s Cock Is My Ultimate Fantasy

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“Her moaning tell about her orgasm”

I remember the first time I heard her moan like that. It was a sound that cut through the dimly lit room, a sound that told me everything I needed to know. Her body arched beneath him, her chest heaving with each breath. I watched, transfixed, as her husband’s cock slid in and out of her, the rhythm of their bodies a dance I had seen countless times but never grew tired of. Her moans were my symphony, each one a testament to her pleasure, a pleasure that I had given her the freedom to explore.The room was quiet except for the sound of their bodies meeting and her moans. I could see the glistening of her sweat, the way her hair clung to her neck. Her eyes were closed, lost in the moment, and I knew that she was completely consumed by the sensation. It was a sight that both thrilled and humbled me, knowing that I had a part in creating this moment of pure ecstasy for her.

Her Pleasure is My Submission

Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as he increased his pace. I could see the tension in her body, the way her muscles clenched and released with each thrust. Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as she rode the wave of her orgasm. I watched, my own body responding to the sight, as she came undone beneath him. Her cries filled the room, a raw and primal sound that spoke of her release. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I was there to witness it, to revel in it, to be a part of it in my own way.As her moans subsided, she lay there, her body sated and spent. He collapsed beside her, his chest rising and falling with exertion. I watched them, my wife and her lover, and felt a sense of contentment. This was our dynamic, our secret, our pleasure. And in that moment, I knew that I would do anything to keep it that way, to keep her happy, to keep her satisfied. Her moans, her orgasms, they were my reward, my pleasure, my everything.

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