Suppressing doubt, Jana’s plumped lips wrapped eagerly around Kyle’s cock, their obscene fullness moving with a determination that spoke of her complete surrender to the moment. She sucked him like she had a point to prove, every wet sound a deliberate punctuation mark to her defiance. Her shaped brows furrowed in concentration, and when Kyle groaned, loud and guttural, it sent a jolt of triumph down her spine.
His moan wasn’t just pleasure—it was confirmation, a declaration that her transformation wasn’t just skin-deep. That sound was a victory bell, a middle finger to every monotonous night spent with her emotionless husband who couldn't really satisfy her.
“Fuck, Jana,” Kyle hissed, hips jerking forward despite his half-hearted attempt to maintain control. She smirked around him, her cheeks hollowing as she doubled down, the vulgar wetness of her efforts echoing in the room. Whoremongering? Maybe. Cheating? Definitely. Regret? Not even a little....