The hotel room smelled of stale air and desperation. Tim unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving the plump figure of his wife, Stacey, kneeling on the plush carpet. Her once-pristine white dress was hiked up around her waist, revealing thick thighs and a gaping asshole that glistened with the remnants of their earlier play. She was breathing heavily, her fat tits spilling out of her bra, her face flushed with a mixture of humiliation and arousal.
“Lick it,” Tim commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. “Clean my asshole, you fat fucking cunt.”









