Her husband had left her there.
Not only for him, but also the other man. The one who would fuck her, while he watched.
She knew this. Knew they were watching from behind te blinds. Illuminated in the sun, she waited. Patiently. No. She was nervous. Not patient. She wanted them here, and then she didn’t. The pain in her nipples interrupted her thoughts; wet her cunt. She shivered and moaned; pain and lust mixed in a delicious cocktail of need.
She inhaled deeply at the sound of the door; released her breath slowly.
It was time.
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