Didn’t expect to see this: wife bent over the armchair, stockings torn at the knees, taking a stranger’s fingers like she’s been waiting for it. Husband walks in and she doesn’t flinch—just arches harder. Gloved hand slips out, cock slides in slow first thrusts while his belt stays unbuckled. Ass clenches around him as he grips her hips too tight, whispering things that make her nails dig into leather. No lube needed here—just wet enough from what came before.
