He turned his head, her hair spilling across the pillow, and looked at her–his own face, flushed and dazed, staring at the ceiling. “You’re… Below the waist, he wore only the ruined pantyhose,Lustful Wife his pussy exposed and glistening, aching from the strain and the heat of her stare.

“Fuck the workout,” she growled, her voice raw in his male throat, her eyes–Ken’s eyes–dark with hunger as she loomed over him. I could lift a car with these, right?” He flexed again, the biceps peaking impressively, and laughed, a bright, unrestrained sound in her voice.