CHAPTER 1: COUCH w***e CAUGHT
DANIELLE’S POV
I sprawl across the couch like a desperate, c**k-hungry w***e while my legs kick so wide my thighs burn and the vibrator jams hard against my swollen c**t.
The laptop screen glows with that filthy porn I’ve had on loop for a solid hour.
The brunette bends over the kitchen counter with t**s swinging like pendulums and screams “harder, daddy, f**k my cunt” as the guy rails her from behind while balls slap her puffy lips with every brutal thrust.
God, I need that. I ache for that.
Richard has been gone since noon for his “golf outing” (total bullshit—he probably flirts with some barely-legal waitress because touching me takes too much effort for his lazy ass).
Three years married, and his d**k works about as well as a limp noodle.
Mis
