Lights ON Lights OFF 2

Anita's been caught with her pants down again. Hubby suspects, and she won't let him speak. One hand's already shoved down his pants working his cock like she needs the lube on tap. She's on her knees before he finishes his sentence, lips sliding over the head while her tongue swirls that sensitive spot underneath. "It's not what you think," she says, voice muffled with his dick in her mouth, then she takes him deeper just to shut him up. Saliva runs down her chin but she doesn't wipe it away. She pumps the shaft with both fists while sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks. He tries to speak again and she doubles down, bobbing faster, moaning around the length like she's auditioning for a porno. Her free hand cups his balls, squeezing just enough to make him forget the questions he wants to ask. She pulls off for a second, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening head, then goes back in greedy. By the time he manages to form a coherent sentence she's already standing, bent over the kitchen counter with her skirt flipped up. She reaches back and guides him inside her, still wet from whoever fucked her earlier that afternoon. The denial never stops, but neither does the wet slap of skin on skin as she pushes back to meet every thrust.