As she moaned his name, her eyes darted towards the nearby door, praying for it to remain shut. Her husband was upstairs, unaware of the depraved act she was about to commit. With a sultry smile, she leaned forward into the ear of the man sitting beside her at the bar, whispering filthy promises of what they could do together. Her breasts pressed against his arm as she undid his pants, her fingers sliding over his hard cock through his boxers. She stood up and straddled him, her skirt hiking up to her thighs as she rode him like a fucking animal, moaning and groaning as she took him deep inside her. There was no finesse, no romance; this was raw, primal lust.
