She couldn’t wait another second. The minute he walked through the door, she was on her knees, lips already wrapped tight around his shaft—husband still sitting there like a stunned deer in headlights. This wasn’t some slow seduction; it was pure, desperate need. No teasing, no buildup—just that first deepthroat gag as she took him down without hesitation. The husband? Frozen at first, then slowly unraveling as she works him over with those skilled hands while the ex fucks her mouth like he owns it (because right now, he does). When they finally move to the couch, it’s all sloppy wet sounds and greedy moans—her riding his face one second while begging for more dick the next.
