Yesterday, Sunday afternoon. Her husband was at the bar playing soccer. At home, he hasn't fucked her in months, he doesn't even touch her tits. I was in the motel room. Teresa stood before me, hands on her hips, her black corset laced tightly. Her big tits were hanging out between the laces, her nipples already hard. Her belly was soft, her thighs were tight with fishnet stockings, her black thong was tucked between her pussy and ass. I was staring at her from the bed, my cock hard as marble. She remained like that, posing, already wet and ready to take it.