Just a foot from the shower opening, Emily didn’t budge. XXX The sound of slapping flesh grew to its apex. Now, as a gob of cum bead off the tip and to the grey carpet below, she saw the cock for what it was: a piece of meat. She held herself like a nervous, embarrassed child—one hand across her chest and gripping her opposite elbow, shoulders forward, head down. With a puzzled expression she scanned the immaculately simple doorway – not a button in sight. “This is how it is.”
Her husband, face distorted from withholding a smirk, reached for his left hand, pulled off his white gold wedding band, and lobbed it to the floor with disdain. She fell hard to the ground – bumping loudly against the glass – her fingers not skipping
