As the night progressed, their bodies entwined, Sarah's juices dripped down his shaft, making it slick for their passionate dance. She moaned low in her throat, a sound that vibrated through him. Her husband watched from a distance, his eyes filled with jealousy. It fueled their lust even more. He kissed her neck, circled her clit with his fingers, and thrust deep inside her. She cried out, her hips bucking against him. It was raw, unadulterated sex. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and growled, "If your husband doesn't appreciate you like this, I will." She replied, breathless, "Then you better hope he never finds out, you hot bitch." Her words fueled his desire even more, and he slammed into her with a force that caused them to both gasp. They didn't speak for what seemed like eternity, only their moans of pleasure filling the room as their bodies moved in perfect sync.
