In the dim glow of their living room, Elena lounged on the velvet couch, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she locked gazes with her husband, Marcus. She was no shrinking violet; her confidence radiated like heat from a flame. "Darling," she purred, crossing her legs with deliberate slowness, "I've been thinking about a stranger's cock—hard, throbbing, with those heavy balls dangling just so. Imagine the pre-cum glistening on that beautiful cock head."
Marcus raised an eyebrow, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Elena, you do love to tease. What's this about?"
She laughed, sharp and witty, leaning forward. "Oh, it's not just talk. I'd stroke him right there, my legs spread wide in front of you, my wet pussy dripping with anticipation. You'd watch as I disregard you completely, focusing on his tongue exploring my cunt. Go down on me? No, I'd make him lick every inch while you sit there, horny and hard."
"You're playing with fire," Marcus shot back, his voice laced with intrigue. "But continue."
Elena stood, her ass swaying as she approached, unbuttoning her blouse. "His mouth on me, sucking my clit, making me pant and sweat. I'd give him a blowjob that leaves him begging, tasting his cum as he came down my throat. All while my pussy gets wetter, dripping for that stranger's hard cock."
The air thickened with desire. Marcus pulled her close, hands roaming, but Elena took charge, pushing him back onto the couch. "Feel how dripping I am? This is just the start—my cunt aching, ready to explode." Their breathing quickened, bodies pressing together in a tantalizing prelude to the explosive release ahead, her taunts fueling the fire.
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