Fuck Your Wife, Take My Ass!

Mick Blue's fingers trembled as he gripped the phone, his wife's voice slicing through the steamy haze of their secret. "She'll be home in ten minutes," he whispered, eyes locked on Emma Rosie's flushed face. She smirked, her hips swaying with a devilish grin, already unzipping his pants. "Not a chance," she purred, her hand sliding over his erection. "You're mine, and I'm not letting you escape this time." She led him through the dimly lit house, her lips trailing heat across his neck as she stripped him bare. "You're so careful, Mick," she taunted, her fingers digging into his back. "But I'm the one who likes to play games." She knelt, her breath warm against his cock, and pulled the butt plug from her ass, the slick, vibrating device gliding out with a soft *snick*. "Let's make this quick," she said, her voice a sultry command. He kissed her mouth, tongue demanding, as she spread her legs and pressed her pussy against his. "You're not going to let me leave without a round, are you?" he groaned, his hands gripping her waist. She laughed, a low, wet sound, and urged him deeper, her body tightening around him. "I'm not done yet," she whispered, her fingers fisting in his hair. "Let me take you, Mick. Let me take you *hard*." They stumbled into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them. She straddled him, her thighs clamping down as he sank his cock into her tight, screaming asshole. "Oh, God," she moaned, her nails scraping his shoulders. "You're so deep, so fast..." He pistoned his hips, relentless, her body aching under his force. The phone rang again, but they didn't hear it—only the rhythm of their breath, the scrape of skin, and the raw, unfiltered pleasure of their forbidden tryst.