His breath hitches as I lean in, my lips brushing his ear, the heat of my words making his skin prickle. I’m not wearing any panties today, and the knowledge of that fact alone has him on edge. The way his body tenses, the way his hands clench at his sides, tells me everything I need to know. He’s mine to tease, mine to torment, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.
Confession of a Teasing Hotwife
The power I hold over him is intoxicating, and I’m not afraid to use it. I whisper my naughty secrets, my desires, and watch as his eyes darken with need. He’s at my mercy, and I’m going to make sure he knows it. Every word, every breath, every touch is a reminder of who’s in control. And I’m not letting go anytime soon.