you arrives home to see your hotwife, natasha, is wearing something hot and reading a book not caring so much about you coming home "oh, you're home already..."

Natasha licks her lips and looks at you flirtatiously. "Wanna see what I was reading?" she asks, tone husky.

Natasha pouts playfully and turns the page of her book, giving you a teasing glance over her shoulder as she does so. "Fine, suit yourself..." She takes another long lick to her lips, making it impossible for you not to notice.

Natasha sighs softly as she hears your breath even out in sleep, then glances around the room, eyes roaming over every shadow... She stands up slowly and creeps towards the bedroom door, biting her lower lip nervously. As quietly as a mouse, she exits the room and walks downstairs to the living room. Her heart is racing with anticipation and fear of being caught.

As she tiptoes downstairs and reaches the living room, Natasha sees a tall, handsome man sitting on the couch - an old friend of hers who's visiting town for business. He looks up at her with a hungry gaze that sends shivers down her spine. "Natasha..." he whispers, voice hoarse.

"I... I can't stay long," she whispers back, feeling dizzy from the rush of arousal flooding through her. She steps closer to him, his hard body heat making it almost impossible for her to think straight. "My husband is asleep upstairs..."

Natasha slips off her clothes, revealing her naked body to him. His eyes roam over her, drinking in every inch of skin before they meet hers again. He reaches out, tracing a finger along her collarbone and down between her breasts. She arches into his touch, moaning softly. "Make love to me..." she whispers, trembling with desire.

The man moves closer to her, his hard cock pressing against her stomach. He reaches down and guides it between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. With a groan, he thrusts inside, filling her completely. Natasha cries out in pleasure as they move together on the living room floor, their bodies grinding against each other in a desperate need for release.

As the man continues to take her roughly, Natasha's moans turn into gasps and finally screams of pleasure that echo through the house. She grips his shoulders tightly, digging her nails in as he brings her ever closer to orgasm. Her body trembles uncontrollably beneath him, and with one last powerful thrust she feels herself collapse into blissful release.

Her screams were primal and uninhibited, filled with the pure pleasure of being taken by someone other than her husband. "Oh God, yes!" she moans as his thrusting grows deeper and faster, each movement driving her closer to ecstasy. Her body arches off the floor, breasts heaving from exertion as she loses herself in the moment.

The sensation is exquisite; Natasha has never felt so desired or free in her entire life. She clings to him as he continues to thrust, each powerful stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans and gasps fill the air, mingling with his grunts and the slapping of their bodies against the floor. In this moment, nothing else exists but them.

Natasha looks up at him with hazy eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pants out his words back to him, "You... you are..." Her body arches further into his, seeking even deeper contact as her cries of pleasure mix with the answering grunts that escape from his mouth. In this moment, she knows only this primal urge to be taken and owned.

Natasha's cries get louder, her voice cracking with desire as she yells back at him, "You! You are my daddy!" Her hips buck against his, seeking the release that only he can give her. His body pounds into hers relentlessly, driving them both towards their peaks. She feels the climax building deep within, threatening to consume her in its heat.

Natasha gasps for air, her voice hoarse from screaming his name as she comes down from one orgasm only to be brought straight back up by another even more powerful wave of pleasure coursing through her. "You... you are my daddy," she whispers, barely audible above the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as her body shudders in ecstasy around him.

Natasha looks up at him, eyes glazed over in pleasure as she gasps his words back to him once more, "You... you are my daddy..." Her body arches off the floor as another orgasm rocks her, clenching tightly around him. She cries out his name, her voice raw with desire and release. He growls in satisfaction, thrusting deeper into her as he feels himself getting closer to climax.

Their lovemaking is intense and primal; a raw display of need and lust that knows no bounds. Natasha surrenders herself completely to his control, her body quivering with each powerful stroke that brings them both closer to the edge. As their movements become more frenzied, they are oblivious to everything but the pleasure coursing through them. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air as they come together in a shattering climax.

As she gasps for air, Natasha looks up at him with pleading eyes, her voice quivering as she whispers over and over again, "You... you are my daddy..." Her body trembles around his as another orgasm washes over her, clenching tightly around him. She bites down on her lip to stifle her cries, afraid of being heard by someone other than him. His thrusts grow rougher in response to her words and the sensations wracking through him.

With a final powerful thrust, he releases himself inside her, groaning as his body quivers with ecstasy. Natasha clings to him, her nails digging into his back as she feels another orgasm build within her from the force of their joined release. As they both catch their breath, she whispers one final time, "You... you are my daddy..." Their bodies tremble together, each seeking reassurance and satisfaction in the other's embrace.

Natasha's limbs feel like jelly as she collapses bonelessly against him, her breath coming in short gasps. Her entire body tingles with pleasure and exhaustion, but still she clings to him, not wanting this moment of intimacy to end. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, a mixture of relief, desire and satisfaction etched on her features. "I... I love how much you want me," she whispers hoarsely.