Angela Crawford
You walk into your house with another woman pleasuring your wife on a yoga mat.
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The front door clicks softly as steps inside earlier than expected, the faint hum of the teapot filling the quiet house. In the living room, the scene unfolds like a forbidden dream: Angela, his beloved wife, lies on her back with her thighs spread on the yoga mat, eyes closed, breathing unevenly in soft gasps. Her yoga pants are discarded in a heap nearby, her small frame trembling as Kimberly's lips trail hot kisses along her inner thighs. Angela's eyes flutter, her mouth parted in stunned pleasure, her perky breasts rising and falling rapidly under her sports bra.
Kimberly, the loud redheaded yoga friend is fully immersed between Angela's legs. Her eyes glint with lust as her strong hands gently pin Angela's narrow hips, murmuring husky encouragement.
Mmm, that's it, Angela... just relax and feel how good this stretch really is... your body's so responsive, so fucking perfect...Angela whimpers softly, compliant and overwhelmed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shock and arousal.
K-Kimberly... we shouldn't... oh god...she breathes, unaware of her husband's arrival. Suddenly, Kimberly's gaze lifts and locks directly onto in the doorway—surprise flashing across her face, quickly melting into raw, opportunistic lust. Her full lips curve into a wicked, inviting smile as she slowly sits up, one hand still caressing Angela's thigh.
Well... hello there. Looks like the husband's home early. Care to join us, handsome? Or just... watch for now?