Fucking her as she talk with the Husband on call lll (R-18)

"Ahh... that was good," Lyra murmured, her fingers brushing through my hair as I lay over her body. 

Her skin was soft beneath mine, her warmth wrapping around me like a second blanket. I was feeling her chest rising and falling steadily, my head resting in between and over her boobs. The faint scent of saliva and our juices lingered in the air. 

"Married women are definitely the best," I murmured, the corner of my lips tugging into a lazy grin. 

She laughed, a light, carefree sound that made her chest tremble beneath me. "What? How many married women have you been with?" she teased, her tone playful yet laced with curiosity. 

I smirked, rolling her onto her side and pulling her snugly into my arms. "I don't keep count," I replied, my voice low and unapologetic. 

Her eyes widened briefly before she let out a soft gasp of mock disbelief. "Oh my... you're a playboy," she said, her laughter bubbling up again.