MARCUS

I had my cock buried deep in Madison’s tight pussy and my wife on the phone. Life was fucking good.

“Yeah, the hotel’s fine,” my wife said on speaker. “Just tired. How’s everything at home?”

Madison was bent over my desk, ass up, face pressed against the wood. The camera light blinked red right next to us. I gripped her hip with one hand and thrust slow and deep so the wet sounds didn’t carry too loud over the phone.

“Everything’s great,” I answered, voice calm. “Madison’s been keeping me company.”

I slammed in harder on the last word. Madison’s pussy clenched around me. She bit her arm to...