Kate's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. [I need to get a grip. I need to focus on my plan. But how can I when all I see is Jack and Jennifer together, laughing, flirting, having fun? It's like they're rubbing it in my face.]
She closed her eyes, trying to push the images away. [I can't let this get to . I can't let them win. I need to stay strong, to rember why I'm doing this. But it's so hard when all I feel is this gnawing jealousy, this sense of loss.]
I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly as I listened to Kate's convoluted thoughts. She didn't realize that deep down, she just wanted to be with .
She was making excuses, claiming she wanted to make her husband jealous, but she had forgotten one crucial detail: her husband wasn't even with her right now.
I turned my attention to the washroom door, my AI Lens penetrating the wood as easily as if it were glass. What I saw made my cock twitch painfully in my pants - Jennifer standing in only her red bra and panties, her body a perfect hourglass of temptation.
She was adjusting her breasts in the mirror, pushing them together to make them look even more luscious and plump. The way her fingers kneaded her flesh was srizing, her nipples hardening under her touch.
Her panties rode low on her hips, the red fabric barely covering her shaved mound. I could see the damp spot growing on the fabric, her arousal evident even from this distance. Her thoughts ca through loud and clear:
[Hmmm, after being with Jack for a mont, I don't know why I'm feeling really horny...] Her ntal voice was thick with confusion, her thoughts swirling with desire. [Is it because I didn't have sex after my divorce from my husband?] The wheels turned in her mind, her thoughts growing more explicit. [Forget it...] Her ntal voice was sharp with frustration, her thoughts growing darker.
[I'm sure if Jack saw
like this...] Her ntal voice was thick with anticipation, her thoughts growing more explicit. [He would turn into a beast and attack ...] The bitterness in her ntal voice was palpable, her thoughts growing darker.
[Why am I getting wet?] Her ntal voice was thick with confusion, her thoughts swirling with desire. [Oh my god...] The wheels turned in her mind, her thoughts growing more agitated. [There's a wet spot on my panties...] Her ntal voice was thick with frustration, her thoughts growing darker. [Am I getting this horny?] The bitterness in her ntal voice was palpable, her thoughts growing darker.
I could feel my cock straining against my zipper, the pressure nearly unbearable. The way Jennifer's fingers traced along her collarbone, dipping lower to tease the swell of her breasts, was driving
wild. Her thoughts grew more explicit, her ntal voice thick with desire:
[I wonder what Jack would do if he saw
touching myself...] Her ntal voice was thick with anticipation, her thoughts growing more explicit.
[Would he co in and take
right here, fuck
hard against the wall?] The bitterness in her ntal voice was palpable, her thoughts growing darker, the promise of the night hanging heavy in the air.
[Would he bend
over and fuck
until I couldn't walk, make
his little slut?] Her ntal voice was thick with desire, her thoughts swirling with need.
Her fingers dipped lower, tracing along the waistband of her panties. The way her body responded to her own touch was srizing, her hips swaying slightly as she teased herself. I could see the damp spot on her panties growing, her arousal evident even from this distance.
The sight of her body, the feel of her skin, the scent of her arousal—it was all too much, her body responding to her touch, her breath hot against her skin.
She slipped her fingers under the waistband, feeling the wetness of her pussy, the heat of her skin, the scent of her arousal—it was all too much, her body responding to her touch, her breath hot against her skin.
I suddenly saw Jennifer turn around and walk toward the door, thinking, [Let
ask Jack for a towel to wipe my pussy; otherwise, I couldn't walk and be uncomfortable in this wet pussy.... but why do I want sothing to happen...] The feel of her tits, the hardness of her nipples, the softness of her flesh.
[I want him to see
like this, to see how wet he makes , how much I need him...] Her ntal voice was thick with desire, her thoughts swirling with need.
I saw Jennifer slightly open the door, peeking out and showing her face as she said, "Jack... can you bring
a towel... There isn't one in the bathroom..." Her voice was filled with a mix of desire and longing.
She bit her lip, her eyes eting mine, the tension between us palpable, the air thick with desire. The sight of her body, the feel of her skin, the scent of her arousal—it was all too much, my body responding to her touch, my cock throbbing with need.
As I heard and saw Jennifer's actions, I felt my cock hardening, the fabric of my pants straining against my erection. Her movents were deliberate and teasing, her eyes locked onto mine with a playful glint. She bit her lower lip, her tongue darting out to wet it, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.
I looked at her and nodded, my voice slightly hoarse with arousal. "Okay, I will bring it right away," I said, turning to grab the towel from the cupboard.
As I did, I noticed Kate peeking in, her curiosity piqued by the charged atmosphere between Jennifer and . Kate's eyes widened slightly as she took in the scene, her gaze flicking between Jennifer and , a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She leaned against the doorfra, her posture relaxed yet attentive, as if she was trying to piece together the puzzle of our interaction.
Jennifer couldn't see Kate peeking in from the bathroom, but I could easily spot her. I decided to ignore it, letting her think I didn't see her. I wanted to maintain the intimacy of the mont with Jennifer, not wanting any distractions to break the spell we were under.
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