"You thought I didn't know," she hisses, holding up the dildo, her husband's fuck boy's toy. She spits on it, lathering it with her saliva, before plunging it deep into her pussy. Her body convulses as she rides it, her hips bucking wildly. She can hear him, her husband's fuck boy, watching from the shadows, his breath ragged. She wants him to see her, to know that she's not just a dirty whore, but a woman who can take control, who can use his toy better than he ever could.