I’m bent over, ass in the air, pussy dripping, and I can’t help but think about how drunk I was last night. I let him in, let him take me, and now I’m here, waiting for his cock to fill me up again. The text on the wall, ‘SORRY BABY I WAS REALLY DRUNK,’ is a reminder of the wild night we had. I’m his hotwife, his slut, and I love every second of it. He’s going to fuck me hard, and I’m going to take it all, just like I did last night. I’m his to use, his to pleasure, and I can’t wait for him to make me scream his name again.



