Elena's voice curls around Mark like smoke, teasing him with every sultry word. "What if I let another man fuck me first?" she whispers, lips brushing his ear, her grin sharp and wicked. Their marriage thrums with restless heat, her desires spilling out in taunts. "Imagine me dripping with someone else's release?wouldn't that make you ache?" she purrs, fingers trailing his chest, eyes glinting with challenge. She stretches slow, her body a canvas for her wild thoughts.
"Mark, can I fuck him?" Elena asks, voice thick with want, locking eyes with him. He nods, a quiet surrender, and her grin widens.
