I remember the way his cock felt as it slid into me, the heat of his body pressing against mine, and the way he grunted with each thrust. The kitchen counter was cold against my back, but his body kept me warm. I could feel his hands gripping my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the cabinets, and I could hear the game on the TV in the other room, a reminder of my husband watching, knowing what was happening. I was his hotwife, and I loved every second of it. The way he filled me, the way he made me feel like a dirty little slut, it was all I ever wanted. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his cock, and I knew I was close. He must have felt it too, because he started fucking me even harder, his hips slamming into mine, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that made me see stars. I came with a cry, my body shaking, my pussy pulsing around him. He followed me over the edge, his cock twitching as he filled me with his cum. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still connected, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I knew I was his, and I loved it.


He doesn't know we have cameras in every room and I just switch over to the kitchen camera and watch my sexy wife sucking his big cock while she looks at the camera. Then she fucks you as she looks at me.
She must deceive to be exciting!