I should stop or at least, I should feel ashamed with what I'm doing.
There's a CCTV in my billionaire husband's living area and I'm busy being eaten out like a meal right under it by my husband's employee.
I should make Sam stop and go home or go back to work but I don't. Instead, I feel the surge to put on a show for my dear husband.
My dear husband that doesn't realize how much I need to be f****d, he respects me and worships me but it's not enough, I need more…a whole lot more.
“What's on your mind, beauty” Sam asks from between my legs, his stubble grazing my plump inner thigh and his face glistening with my p***y juice.
“Just…I need your c**k” I say loudly and he smirks at me, “needy little thing…” he chuckles and moves up on his knees to capture my lips with his. I wrap my arms
