She doesn't have to ask twice.

You nod in furious agreement, and just as you're about to blow inside her ass, she pulls herself off you, your cock exiting with a silent pop. You groan, deprived of your orgasm as her gaping hole rapidly squeezes tightly shut until all you can see is her cute pink pucker. She reaches over to your phone, which lies on the bed beside you, and slides it towards your hand. It's not lost on you that the first time you had anal sex, you answered a call from her father. This is her revenge, although you have no willpower left to resist.

"Go on," she says, fingering her clit suggestively, "Do it now."

Hurriedly, you dial your wife's phone number while Gemma starts to finger her pussy, coating her digits in thick, glistening grool.

"Hi Rebecca," you say as your wife picks up the phone. "We need to talk about something."

Gemma slips her cum-coated fingers in between your lips, and you get a taste of her intoxicating nectar that you've been missing this entire time.

"I want a divorce," you say into the phone, your voice cracking slightly as Gemma hovers above you and lowers her pussy down onto your cock. She stops just as the head enters the lower part of her vagina, and begins to work just the sensitive tip, driving you wild. It feels like everything you ever dreamt it would feel like - soft, tight, and silky wet.

"Tell her why..." Gemma whispers into your ear, sucking on your lobe as she adjusts her position and grinds her clit against your head momentarily.