“Bex, I can’t. My wife’s best friend. Indian Porn Or is he more of a straight-up beer guy?”
I raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of my drink, feeling the warmth of the alcohol and the charge of the moment mix inside me. The room spun around me, my vision blurring, but I could still see Katie fucking my husband, still hear her moans, and it only heightened the intensity of my own climax. He was hooked, whether he’d admit it or not. My breath caught as I watched Katie’s lips graze Mark’s, their bodies tangled in the water, the air between them thick with intimacy. I wrapped my legs around him the water supporting me. I leaned into Mark, letting my fingers trail up his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles as he responded to my touch. I took a slow sip of the drink, my eyes never leaving his, letting the moment stretch out. “Mmm, you’re good,” I said, my voice low. My entire body
