The black lace thong hugs my curves, barely containing the heat between my legs. I remember the moment I overheard them, their dirty whispers about what they’d do to me. It was like a switch flipped, and suddenly, I was dripping wet, imagining their hands all over me. I couldn’t resist the urge to tease them, to show them just how much of a slut I could be for them.
My Husband’s Friends Want to Fuck Me
And now, here I am, standing on this rooftop, the city sprawling beneath me, feeling the cool breeze against my exposed skin. I can almost hear their voices, their promises of pleasure, their dirty fantasies. It’s like they can see right through me, knowing exactly how to make me beg. I’m so fucking wet, I can feel it soaking through my thong. I wonder if they can smell my arousal, if they know just how badly I want them to take me. I’m a hotwife, and I’m gonna make them earn every inch of me.

