Filthy, Dirty Desires
“You fucking squirt.”
His wife, Mrs Walter, chooses that exact moment to come out of their room, draped in a floor length silk gown and carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and her phone in the other.
Fear grips me. She’s never caught her husband fucking me before even though she must know he does occasionally, and at the moment, I’m beginning to worry for my life because I know just how dangerous she can be.
Her husband doesn’t seem to share in my worry however. He continues to slam me against the wall with the force of his hard drives.