I held Emily up in my arms, her naked body pressed against my chest, her pussy wide open and glistening right in front of her husband's wide-eyed stare.
The club lights flickered over us, casting shadows on her skin, her net stockings stretched tight around her thighs as she dangled there, fully exposed.
"Ohh my God…" she giggled, her voice high and playful, her head tipping back against my shoulder. "You are bad, Austin."
"I know I am," I murmured, smirking as I kissed her neck, my lips brushing the soft, sweaty skin just below her ear. "And you're just as bad, babe."
"Hehehe…" she laughed, shameless and loud, her body shaking a little in my grip as she let the moment sink in, no hint of shyness in her. Her husband sat there, frozen, his messy hand still hovering near his dick, watching us like he couldn't look away.
