Mark sat in the corner of their upscale apartment, the leather chair creaking under his weight as he adjusted his position for the hundredth time. His hands were tied loosely behind his back with silk scarves his wife, Cindy had insisted on it. "For authenticity." She'd whispered with a wicked smile before leaving to get ready. The room smelled of her perfume, something expensive and floral that always made his cock twitch. Tonight, it mixed with the faint scent of his own nervous sweat.Cindy was 28, a stunning NY model, she was a beauty with smooth tanned skin, full DD breasts that strained against any top she wore, a tiny waist, and an ass so round and juicy it made men stare in the streets of Golden Island. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her lips were always painted in a deep red shade that screamed "fuck me." Mark her husband was a 32 year old banker, who was average in every way. He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock tha
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