Paige's eyes were glued to the screen, watching her husband's unraveling with a mix of exhilaration and perverse satisfaction. Her body responded to the intense, forbidden thrill, her pussy tightening around my cock, pulsing with a renewed surge of lust and excitement. She began to move her hips slowly, grinding against me, her body undulating in a sensual, provocative rhythm.
''Look at him,'' she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper. ''Look at how angry he is. Look at how much he hates us right now.'' Her eyes gleamed with a wild, unbridled lust, her body trembling with the sheer, filthy thrill of our shared, taboo act.
I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her inner muscles gripping my cock tightly as she moved, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind. The sensation was intense, a wave of pleasure crashing over me as I watched her, watched her watch him, her body moving in a dance of pure, primal lust.
