You’ve come to confess something filthy, something you can’t tell your wife. Sitting across from you in my tight white PVC blouse, short black leather skirt, and sheer nylon stockings with a teasing black seam, I listen intently, legs crossed, lips curled in a knowing smirk. You spill your dirty little fantasy—how you love the idea of a woman who craves married cock. After all, she knows there’s no relationship, no commitment—just pure, raw, crazy sex. She must be so desperate for your cock to want it with no strings attached. And isn’t it hot knowing married men are more desirable? Your wife at home, all boring and frigid—she won’t let you fuck her arse, will she?