He broke the kiss and slipped off the couch. I panted as he sank between my thighs. He ripped off his t-shirt, unveiling his muscular, hairy chest. I groaned at that as he slid both his hands up my thighs beneath my skirt.

Ashley was filming us. She had this wicked grin as I just sat there, her husband touching me. He reached for my panties. I quivered as he pulled them off my hips. I lifted them, the fabric rolling down my thighs.

He worked them lower and lower. I quivered, my toes twitching. The panties passed my knees. He pulled them down my calves and off my feet....