A tall man, his shoulders broad, stood naked with his back to the door. He was pushing hard, deep, into the woman in front of him. Every ripple of muscle, every flex of his back, spoke of raw, unbridled power.One hand was tangled in her hair, pulling it taut, anchoring her. The other, equally firm, cradled her thighs, allowing him to thrust with a savage abandon that made my stomach clench. The room vibrated with her loud moans, each one a raw, unfiltered sound of pure, undeniable pleasure that clawed at my ears.I stood there, stunned. The hot scene unfolding before me, the sight of that hot guy lost in his passion, felt strangely familiar. My mind struggled to make sense of it, but then a cold wave hit me. It was my husband.I knew his body without seeing his face. At home, I sometimes secretly watched him bathe, it was the only way I could see all of him. Just the sight of his body would make me want him, make me feel wet. And his penis? That alone, a weapon of exquisite pleasure,
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