Peeking through a crack in the office door shouldn’t have been this hot. His wife—thick thighs pressed together under that tight pencil skirt—didn’t even flinch when he walked in. Desk lamp flickering over her ass as she rides some stranger’s cock raw, nails digging into wood like it’s his back. ‘You weren’t supposed to see this,’ she whispers between breaths, but her hips don’t slow down. Cum drips onto polished mahogany while she pretends not to notice you’re still there.
