Five years later
I grip my wife's hips and ride her p***y hard from the back, watching her eyes start to go blind in the mirror over the bathroom sink. Her ass cheeks shake with the force of my thrusts, her legs struggling to keep her upright under the onslaught of my lust.
Goddamn, she is so f*****g hot, it pisses me off. And I don't bother to hide the irritation from my expression when we lock eyes. I let her know exactly what I think about her red high heels and leather skirt. At the sight of my annoyance, her painted lips curve up at both ends.
Baring my teeth at her, I wrap her long blonde hair around my fist and roughen my drives, making her moan loudly. "Do you actually have the nerve to smile at me after strutting out of the bedroom and making my c**k stiff?" I draw her head bac
