The sound of the door creaking open echoes through the bathroom, a signal that my time alone is ending. I stand here, naked, my huge tits bouncing slightly as I adjust the phone to capture every curve. The mirror reflects my slight smile, a mix of anticipation and mischief. I’m about to leave this sanctuary, stepping into a world where my husband’s fantasies become reality. He’s waiting, his cock already hard, ready for the night ahead. I gave him your number, so if any more pictures come, they’ll be from him, capturing every dirty moment.
Last Moments of Solitude
And as I take this final selfie, I can almost feel the weight of his gaze, the hunger in his eyes. This is my last message for a while, a goodbye to the comfort of the bathroom and a hello to the unknown. I’m sure he’s rock hard, his mind racing with the possibilities. The towel rack catches my eye, a reminder of the routine I’m about to break. But for now, I’m just a hotwife, standing naked, ready to fulfill every fantasy. The door is open, and so am I, ready for whatever comes next.


I hope his big, black cock fucks you good enough that you will invite him home so I can watch honey.