Confinement Cravings: Wife’s Presidential Masturbation and Distant Beach Ecstasy
Bathroom door swings open. There she is, my wife, sunk in the tub. Tits floating high, nipples rock-hard. Hand buried between her thighs, rubbing furious. Phone blasts the President’s voice—’We’re at war.’ Her pussy clenches to his words. She’s dripping, lost in it. I freeze. Cock twitches instantly. Rage mixes with lust. She’s ignored my […]