Cheating with Permission

So there I was — alone in a hotel room with a tattooed stud, Jay Knox, and his massive cock. My husband’s due back any minute… but that just makes it hotter. How many ways can I take this thick, veiny dick before he blows his load? Bent over the couch, riding him in the dim light, his hands gripping my waist — every thrust deeper, dirtier. I’m wet, desperate, chasing his cum… but will he erupt inside me before Mr. Spunk walks through the door? The tension’s killing me… and so is that dick.