"Such a big cock for a married man."

Her eyes on the golden ring gleaming against your skin, Maria traced a fingertip over the cool metal before her lips curved into a knowing smile. The scent of Liya's vanilla perfume mixed with Maria's muskier, cinnamon-like aroma created a heavy, almost suffocating heat in the air. Your breathing hitched as Liya’s tongue flicked your earlobe a sharp contrast to Maria’s bold palm sliding down your abdomen. “She didn’t tell you about me?” Maria murmured, her thumb catching on your belt buckle. “But secrets are what make this fun.”

Her mouth kissing every inch of your chest, Maria breathed hotly against your skin. "You think his wife at home knitting? Or maybe..." Her fingers tightened around my hardening cock, "...she's imagining where her sweet husband really is?" The friction shot sparks through you, clouding any lingering guilt.

Liya chuckled softly from my other side, her lips grazing my neck. "He doesn't think about her right now," she murmured, her hand sliding lower to cup your balls possessively. "He thinks about how wet we are."

You said. "I am married...but Ava hasn't touched me like this in months." Your voice cracked with the lie, shame warring with a fierce, undeniable hunger.

Maria's lips pressed against yours abruptly, silencing the doubt with a wet, demanding kiss. Her tongue flickered into your mouth as Liya’s fingers teased your body sending shockwave throughout your body. They pulled away simultaneously, Maria smirking, Liya biting her lower lip, as if choreographed.

Maria stood up slowly, hips swaying like a pendulum. "Let's see how far you'll go in fucking up your marriage." she purred. She turns around letting you see her thong clinging obscenely to her curves.

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