The Deal We Made It was supposed to be a quiet moment. A closed office door. A low voice on the phone. Just a few stolen seconds with my husband – no one was ever meant to see. I didn’t hear you come in at first. I was distracted. Careless. And by the time I realized I wasn’t alone, it was already too late. You had seen enough. You told me you recorded everything. I tried to stay composed – straighten my skirt, regain control, pretend nothing had happened. But we both knew that wouldn’t work. We shouldn’t have fought that morning. You said I was a real bitch. Maybe that made this easier for you. With a mocking smile, you offered a deal: you wouldn’t show the video of me – and I would let you fuck me. In return, I had only one condition: you wouldn’t cum inside me. The office suddenly felt too small. Every sound behind the door felt louder. Every breath harder to hide. I kept telling myself I was still in control. That this would be quick. That it would end exactly the way we agreed. But you didn’t even close the door. And then you demanded I call my husband – said it would make you finish faster. Your huge cock drilled into me harder and harder with every thrust. Damn it… I hate you. But the way you fuck… You’ll fuck me again, won’t you? (This is a personalised custom video, name Sean used)
