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I don’t even care who is home. I want you. Now. So bad. We both know it’s wrong; we shouldn’t be doing this. But we can’t stop. Even with my husband home, we can’t keep our hands off each other. I pull you into the closet and sit on your face. Then find you alone in the bathroom and suck your fantastic cock. It’s the only cock I can think about now. The one I shouldn’t be touching. But instead, I want it inside me.