My Sexy Hotwife Part 1 Episodes
My Sexy Hotwife Part 1 - Episode 1
She stepped out of the shower and let the towel fall. Water ran down the curve of her hip and between her thighs. He watched from the doorway, already hard. She knew he would be. She always knew. She bent to pick up her thong, taking her time, spreading her legs just enough. He saw the slick lips, freshly shaved, pink and open. She slipped the thong on slowly, the fabric disappearing between her ass cheeks, pressing tight against her cunt. When she stood, she caught his eye in the mirror. She smiled. A small, dirty smile. She walked past him, breasts brushing his arm, nipples stiff. He reached out, grabbed her wrist. She stopped, letting him pull her back. His hand went between her legs, cupping her through the thong. The fabric was already damp. He rubbed her clit through it, slow and firm. She exhaled, hips rolling into his palm. He tugged the thong aside and slid two fingers inside her. She was wet, tight, gripping him. He pushed deeper, curling them until she gasped. Her thighs trembled. She reached down, wrapped her hand around his cock through his pants, squeezing. He fingered her harder, thumb circling her clit. She moaned, low and raw. Her pussy clenched around his fingers. He pulled them out and licked them clean. She turned, kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. Then she pulled away. 'Later,' she said. 'He'll be here soon.' She left the room, ass swaying, thong still pushed to the side, cunt still wet.
She stepped out of the shower and let the towel fall. Water ran down the curve of her hip and between her thighs. He watched from the doorway, already hard. She knew he would be. She always knew. She bent to pick up her thong, taking her time, spreading her legs just enough. He saw the slick lips, freshly shaved, pink and open. She slipped the thong on slowly, the fabric disappearing between her ass cheeks, pressing tight against her cunt. When she stood, she caught his eye in the mirror. She smiled. A small, dirty smile. She walked past him, breasts brushing his arm, nipples stiff. He reached out, grabbed her wrist. She stopped, letting him pull her back. His hand went between her legs, cupping her through the thong. The fabric was already damp. He rubbed her clit through it, slow and firm. She exhaled, hips rolling into his palm. He tugged the thong aside and slid two fingers inside her. She was wet, tight, gripping him. He pushed deeper, curling them until she gasped. Her thighs trembled. She reached down, wrapped her hand around his cock through his pants, squeezing. He fingered her harder, thumb circling her clit. She moaned, low and raw. Her pussy clenched around his fingers. He pulled them out and licked them clean. She turned, kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. Then she pulled away. 'Later,' she said. 'He'll be here soon.' She left the room, ass swaying, thong still pushed to the side, cunt still wet.