As the warm sun caressed their skin, Mark's wife, Jane, gave him a sultry look from across their balcony. She was dressed head-to-toe in black, her long hair flowing down her back like a silken veil. Jane held a thin, leather belt in her hand, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
Mark's heart raced as he stood before her, his cock already hardening in anticipation of what was to come. He knew this was their little game - a mixture of domination and submission that always led to explosive passion.
"Kneel," Jane commanded, her voice low and husky. Mark obeyed without hesitation, his knees making a slight scrape against the concrete floor. Jane stepped closer, trailing the belt teasingly against his chest before circling around to stand behind him.
With a sharp tug, she pulled his pants down, revealing his perfectly sculpted behind.
