Fucking for revenge

“But now…” he picked up the cigarette case. Opening it, there are several wrapped packets. He picked one up and offered it to Sandy. She replied “I’ll have some after I have some of this,” and she rubbed his cock. “Corey, why don’t you have some now?” He did two lines. One line was not enough anymore.

When he finished his coke, she backed him up to the desk. With his back to the door, she sat him on the desk and started to unbuckle his belt. He’s won. He’s going have her today, now and that prick of a husband is going to hear it. He’ll be leaving in a few minutes, never to be seen here again. It’s a double win. She unzips his zipper and starts to pull down his pants. She takes his shoes and socks off and kicks them to the corner. All the while she rubs his cock through his shorts. He gets a dreamy look on his face. This is winning, the coke and the sex and the defeat of his problem. That’s when she got on her knees and slid his boxers down and off is legs. She tossed his pants and boxers on a pile by the door. Inches away from her face, his cock is waiting.