"It's your husband?" I asked, a dark smirk spreading across my face as I continued slowly thrusting into Olivia's warm, velvety pussy. Her mature walls clenched tightly around my thick cock with every deep stroke, greedily sucking me in.
The fact that her clueless husband was standing right outside the door only made the moment hotter.
"Ahhh… yes, Alex," Olivia moaned, her voice dripping with lust and irritation. "It's my stupid husband…"
At that exact moment, her husband's voice called out again from the other side of the locked door.
"Olivia, baby?"
Olivia's pussy fluttered hard around my cock at the sound of his voice. She didn't stop moving her hips, subtly pushing back to meet my thrusts even as she answered him with clear annoyance in her tone.
"What is it?" she snapped, her voice slightly breathless. She didn't want any interruption in her pleasure, not when my thick cock was stretching her so perfectly.
