Dcrush's Unlikely Last Supper: A Hotwife Encounter

Bound and at the mercy of my captors, I thought all hope was lost. But then, Dcrush's hotwife walked in, her presence electrifying the room. She was a goddess, her body poured into a tight, black dress, her eyes gleaming with lust. 'You're in for a treat,' she whispered, running a crimson-tipped finger along my jaw. She climbed onto the table, her dress riding up to reveal stocking-covered thighs and a barely-there thong. I could see the outline of her pussy, the dampness seeping through the flimsy fabric. She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. 'I've been waiting to taste you,' she murmured, before taking my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips tight and warm.

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