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I remember the way her eyes met mine in the bar, the promise in her gaze. Now, here she is, in the elevator, her skirt hiked up, her pussy exposed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. ‘My husband says you have until the sixth floor,’ she purrs, ‘and you can touch whatever you want.’ I’m a cuckold, a spectator to my own wife’s desires, and I’m hard as a rock. She’s a vision of temptation, her tits spilling out of her bra, her ass round and inviting. I can’t help but reach out, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip, feeling the heat of her skin. She moans softly, her eyes never leaving mine, and I know I’m lost. This is her game, and I’m just a pawn, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The elevator dings, and I know our time is almost up, but I’m not ready to let go. I want to taste her, to feel her on my tongue, to hear her scream my name. But for now, I’ll just watch, and wait, and wonder what she’ll do next.
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