Jim swirled his whiskey, eyes locked on Mimi across the candlelit table. "Hotwife fantasies are just that—fantasies, babe. You, me, another guy... it could spice things up."
Mimi arched a brow, her lips curving in a razor-sharp smile. "Revolting, Jim. I'm not some prize to be passed around like a party favor. But that movie—Indecent Proposal? Now that was titillating. A rich, attractive man offering a fortune just to have me? If he was that obsessed, willing to pay handsomely... maybe I'd consider it. For the right price, of course."
"Witty as ever," Jim chuckled, leaning in. "So you'd fuck a billionaire for a million? What about me watching?"
"Only if he earned it," she shot back, standing and pulling him close, her hand firm on his chest. "But right now, you're the one who's hard for the idea." Her fingers traced lower, finding him already straining. "Panting like a schoolboy."
Mimi shoved him onto the couch, straddling him with commanding grace. She kissed him fiercely, tongue demanding, while grinding against his cock. "Feel how wet my pussy is already? Dripping from that little chat." She freed him, stroking his hard length before sliding down for a slow, teasing blowjob—lips tight, eyes daring him to look away.
"Fuck, Mimi," Jim groaned, sweating as she took him deep. She rose, shedding clothes, her ass swaying invitingly. "You want this? Earn it." She mounted him, guiding his cock into her slick pussy, riding with powerful thrusts. Panting, she set the pace, her strong thighs clenching as she chased her pleasure. "That's it—make me come."
Jim gripped her hips, but she controlled every roll, every grind, until they both exploded—her crying out as she came, him filling her with hot cum. They collapsed, bodies slick and spent, the air thick with lust.
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