"Sofia?" her husband spoke again, voice cracking slightly, still not able to fully believe what he was seeing. He stood frozen in the open doorway of the break room, one hand still on the handle like he needed it to stay upright.
His eyes darted from her flushed face to her naked body, legs spread wide in the air, thighs trembling, my thick cock buried deep inside her dripping pussy, her heavy breasts leaking milk down her belly, nipples dark and swollen.
The sight hit him like a physical blow, his faithful wife, the mother of his child, getting fucked raw and slow on the staff sofa in her own workplace, moaning my name while I held her open and thrust into her without a hint of shame.
He was a tall Mexican man of average build, wearing a button-down shirt and slacks, with a key in one hand and a paper bag in the other. It was probably the spare key to the store's main door, and the bag was likely lunch.
