“I want to fuck,” she said, her voice steady, her body on fire. Her eyes widened as she saw her face staring back at her, her body on display, her most intimate moments captured for all to see. “Yes,” she whispered. She scrolled through her phone, her fingers dancing over the screen. She’d even found a few local adult bookstores, their websites a treasure trove of filth, of sin, of everything she never knew she craved. She turned back to the crowd, her hands covering her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. He stroked himself, his hand moving fast, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Kayla shivered, her nips hardening under her conservative blouse. She’d never seen anything like it—row after row of massive black cocks, thick and veiny, stretching across her husband’s screen.
