I should stop or at least, I should feel ashamed with what I'm doing.

There's a CCTV in my billionaire husband's living area and I'm busy being eaten out like a meal right under it by my husband's employee.

I should make Sam stop and go home or go back to work but I don't. Instead, I feel the surge to put on a show for my dear husband.

My dear husband that doesn't realize how much I need to be fucked, he respects me and worships me but it's not enough, I need more…a whole lot ...