I kept moving my hips in steady, controlled thrusts, enjoying the way her heavy breasts shifted with every motion and the way her eyes refused to leave mine.
On the other end of the line her husband kept speaking soft, loving things to the woman he thought was only his and faithful. Meanwhile that same woman lay underneath me with her legs open, taking every thick inch of my cock while answering him in a voice that held almost no emotion at all.
"Baby, can you go to the bathroom?" Heather's husband asked, his voice thicker now. The soft, broken moans she kept making every time I pushed into her had clearly gotten him aroused.
Heather's eyes flicked up to mine for a second before she answered.
"Why, honey?" she asked, trying to keep her tone steady even as my cock stayed buried deep inside her.
"I want you to finger yourself while thinking about me," her husband said.
