The phone kept ringing—shrill, relentless, like James was personally witnessing every filthy second of his wife getting ruined.

Sophia’s face was mashed against the heavy teak desk, ass arched high, Victor’s girthy cock buried balls-deep in her previously untouched gaand. The stretch was obscene—burning, full, filthy pleasure that made her asshole clench and flutter around him with every slow, deliberate withdrawal and savage re-entry. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her soaked choot lips; her own arousal dripped in long sticky strings from her cunt down her trembling thighs and puddled on the carpet below.