Samantha's breath came in hot, ragged bursts against Devon's neck, her hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking him with a fervor that bordered on obsession, her palm slick with his pre-cum, the veiny shaft pulsing under her grip.
Her heavy breasts heaving with each stroke, nipples hard and dark like ripe berries begging to be plucked and the taut lines of Devon's frame, his muscles tensing under her touch. Elena lingered by the door, her red dress hugging her curves, her brown eyes wide with a mix of shock and envy as she watched her friend transform into something feral, something unbridled by the chains of marriage or morality.
Samantha's confidence was a wildfire now, consuming any remnants of hesitation, her married status to Gregory, the man who barely stirred her anymore a distant, irrelevant echo in the face of this raw, magnetic pull toward Devon, whose presence alone made her pussy clench with need.
