Sep 8, 2025
Sometimes, she makes her wait. Sometimes, she holds her slow. Sometimes, she whispers worship into trembling skin.
But tonight?
Tonight, she’s rough.
Because her girl was teasing. Because her voice got bratty. Because there’s a cage on her husband's cock— and the woman in front of her knows exactly why.
Because she likes being taken.
Not by a man.
But by her.
The one who doesn’t ask for obedience—she earns it. The one who knows how to break a woman open and put her back together again. The one who makes her feel small and sacred in the same breath.
Fingers tight in her hair. Mouth at her ear. Panties pulled aside like a promise.
And her husband?
Still waiting. Still locked. Still forgotten.