I do not know if he heard her take her breath in when I began to thrust up into her. He was across from us. Sitting straight up on the edge of a hotel desk chair. Close enough that he could have. I did not see his cock jump. Mine did. And again when she started a low growl.

She was pretty. He was handsome. I was not sure whose idea it was. It did not matter. I was there to bring her out. To polish her beauty. For him. For me. Though I didn’t expect her sound to come from so deep. Or that he could not wait to tell me what else to do to her, to his wife, from behind, as we both were making sure to look right at him.

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