Creamy white ropes streak across her inner thighs as she presses them together, trying to contain the mess between her legs. Dark hair falls over flushed cheeks while she bites her lip, eyes darting toward her husband who stands frozen, drink halfway to his mouth. Cock still glistening with her arousal, he tucks himself back in as the room around them buzzes with hushed conversation and clinking glasses. Her dress clings to her curves, damp patches betraying how deep he stretched her earlier. One hand clutches a napkin that does nothing to hide the dampness seeping through the lace.
