[HZGD-333] The Secret Service: A Moving Company’s New Rep Delivers Pleasure Behind Her Husband’s Back

The door clicks shut, and suddenly it’s just me and the new client in this empty apartment. My husband thinks I’m out selling moving services, but right now I’m selling something much more personal. I can see the hunger in his eyes as I unbutton my blouse, letting my big tits spill out. ‘The estimate can wait,’ I whisper, pushing him against a stack of boxes. My fingers work his belt, my mouth already watering at the thought of what’s coming. This is what I live for—these secret moments where I’m not a wife, just a woman who needs to be filled. He groans as I take him in my mouth, my wedding band glinting in the dim light. Every suck is a betrayal, and that makes it so much hotter.

He flips me around, my skirt hiking up as he bends me over a packing crate. ‘You’re such an easy wife,’ he grunts, and I moan in agreement, because it’s true. I spread my legs wider, begging for it without words. When he slams into me, I cry out, the sound echoing in the empty room. I can feel every inch, and I’m already imagining his creampie, that forbidden finish I crave more than anything. My nails dig into the cardboard as he pounds me, each thrust a drama of lust and deceit. I’m so close, my body trembling, knowing I’ll have to go home to my husband later with another man’s seed inside me.

I finish myself off with frantic solowork after he leaves, my fingers circling my clit as I replay every filthy detail. The way he used me, the creampie dripping down my thigh, the thrill of the affair. I touch my big tits, still sensitive from his rough hands, and come with a shuddering gasp. This job is perfect—it lets me be the depraved slut I really am, right under my husband’s nose. Next client, same story. I’ll always be here, waiting to feel good behind his back.