[ she's never been one for wild dreams or fantasies, and hasn't fully thrown herself into a role for a while, but as she's stretched around his hot and hard cock, helpful "memories" flesh her character out: She sees herself sequestered in a large house under the oppressive scrutiny of people obsessed with reputation; a devout, obedient wife whose only value is in the title her family holds, serving her husband in silence. Frustrated, unsatisfied and desperate to run away.

There is no doubt that she came to the club wanting this to happen, and now that she's had a taste, she'd rather die than stop. A loud moan cuts through the air, and her hips roll into him over and over, seeking out the friction on her clit that has her dripping wet around him. ]

Yes.... Oh my god, please...