You get so hard, when I flirt with other guys. Why is that? I can see it in your eyes, the way your cock twitches in your pants. You love watching me tease them, don’t you? The way I run my fingers through my long, wavy blonde hair, the way I lick my lips and bite them just right. I can feel your eyes on me, burning with desire. You want to see me with them, don’t you? You want to see me get fucked by them, while you watch, your cock in your hand, stroking it slowly, imagining it’s you. But it’s not, is it? It’s them, and you love it. You love seeing me like this, in my beige lace lingerie, my big boobs pushed up, my ass cheeks peeking out from under my thong. You love seeing me like a slut, a whore, a hotwife. And I love it too. I love seeing you get so hard, so fucking hard, when I flirt with other guys. It’s our little secret, isn’t it? Our little game. And we both know, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
