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Hotwife Hell: Pay To Play
(Laura Lovecraft)

As hot as she was, his eyes were drawn back to her hand, and her comment about the rings. It was something he'd never thought of before, but damned if his didn't him twitch in her hand when he focused on that large diamond. 



The rings another man had bought her, had slipped on her finger at their wedding. The finger, that along with the rest of her hand, and soon her lips-both sets-would be wrapped around a strange man.



How many strange men, and for money. 



"Hot isn't it?" Jezebel purred, seeing him staring. "Say it for me," she flicked her tongue teasingly across his swollen purple tip. "Say how do the rings you paid for look on another man?"



"I..."



"Come on, baby!" She pushed her lips into a pout while still slowly pumping him. "I like to pretend he's watching, and I want you to do it, too!" 



His hand tightened in her hair, and he'd begun to squirm on the bed, yearning to be in that mouth. He was no stranger to being with attractive women, but something about this smoking hot redhead had him feeling as if he had far less experience than he had, and an urgency he usually had control over. 



"You know you want to," she spoke softly in that sultry porn star voice. "Know why?"



"Why?" he asked, frowning at the way his voice shook. 



"My ad says I'm married, and anyone put off by that would keep scrolling. But every time I run it, I have the entire night booked because they might say, or think, its wrong, but deep down? They love the idea of it, but don't want any trouble, but here I am saying come take his wife for a ride."



She looked him in the eye.



"And Baby? You answered that ad and you're here, aren't you?"