Chanel Chance Tendre.
Like any good scent, it personalizes on a woman. On her, luck is more dangerous than tender.
I can’t expect my fumbling husband to have enough sense to change the sheets. I expected more from her. She’s softly sharp, radiating experience. She is sex-confident.
…not me…
I’ve known for months.
I don’t want to join. I don’t want him to “fuck me the way he fucks her.”
My mini-cam recording opens. I sit, watching her cowgirl, smelling the sheets. Her cum bolsters her Chanel, ensnaring me. My one-handed orgasm hits harder.
Because she winked at the camera.
