...through the bedroom door you shouldn’t have opened. Wife’s best friend—thick thighs in black lace—straddles your husband raw on the bed like she owns it. His hands grip her hips while she rides him hard enough to make the headboard rattle. No foreplay, no hesitation; just a slow smirk when she glances at you through half-lidded eyes before dropping down for a messy facial right there on his chest...
