The Sauna
Steff moaned, her breath hitching as she felt another thrust from behind, her body trembling under the force of it. Her hands gripped the edge of the sauna bench, her fingers curling into the wood as she tried to steady herself. Her blonde hair clung to her damp skin, her blue eyes glazed over with pleasure.
Martim watched her from the corner of the room, his eyes dark with desire as he saw his wife’s perfect, round ass jiggling with every movement. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked himself, watching the scene unfold. She’s so fucking beautiful, he thought, his heart pounding in his chest.
Clubbing
The bass thrummed through the walls of the nightclub, vibrating in Steff’s chest as she swayed her hips to the rhythm. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and the faint tang of spilled alcohol. She glanced over her shoulder at Martim, who was leaning casually against the bar, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He raised his glass to her, the amber liquid catching the strobe lights before he took a slow sip. He’s loving this, she thought, her own lips curling into a mischievous grin.
