The thought of his thick cock sliding into my already filled pussy sends a shiver down my spine. I’m lying here, legs spread, my body still tingling from the last round. The room is dim, but the light catches the curve of my hips, highlighting the wetness between my thighs. My friend’s cum is still warm inside me, a secret I’m about to share with my husband. He’s standing over me, his eyes hungry, ready to claim what’s his. I can almost feel his cock pushing into me, mixing with the cum already there. The anticipation is electric, a mix of excitement and a hint of naughtiness. I wonder if he’ll taste it, if he’ll know. But right now, all I can think about is the pleasure about to explode between us. The mirror reflects his back, strong and ready, as he leans in, his breath hot on my skin. I’m ready for him, ready for the raw, unfiltered fuck that’s about to happen. The floor is hard beneath me, but I barely notice, lost in the moment, in the promise of his cock filling me up.

