Liam’s eyes flashed with raw hunger. “Last session before your husband comes home. You sure you want to cross that line, Elena?”
She nodded, pulling him closer. Guilt clawed at her chest, but the addictive thrill won out. Her body craved this young, insatiable man in a way she’d never felt before.
“Yes. f**k me, Liam. Please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. In one motion, he gripped her folded legs and pressed them further back toward her shoulders, bending her flexible body into a tight position. Her soaked p***y angled perfectly upward. The large wall-to-wall mirrors reflected every filthy detail.
“Watch us,” he growled, lining up the fat head of his c**k against her entrance. “Watch how deep I’m going to stretch this married pussy.”
He pushed in slowly at first, savoring the tigh
