"But I'm fully aware that Devon must have used force or it was some kind of trick, because she's a good woman, a mother. There's no way she'd do that on her own, no way she'd betray me like that."
His words were a desperate, shattered plea, his belief in Theresa's innocence a crumbling wall, his mind refusing to accept the truth just inches away, where her pussy gripped Devon's cock, her juices pouring out, her body shaking with wild, filthy pleasure.
He clung to the idea that Devon had forced her, manipulated her, because the thought of her choosing this was too much, a knife too sharp for his heart to take. "I saw it, her body under his, her voice… but it had to be against her will. She's my wife, she loves me," he murmured, his voice cracking, his fingers tightening, his pain a raw, open wound.
"And she's the mother of my kids."
