Didn’t expect to hear it—the podcast host’s wife laughing too loud, leaning over his desk with that white blouse half-unbuttoned. ‘Just testing the mic,’ she lies—but her tits brush his arm every time she reaches for a script. Then he ‘accidentally’ bumps her hand off the keyboard and whispers something dirty about how good her pussy smells after coffee. She bites her lip, checks if anyone’s listening… but no one is watching her. Fingers slip under his sweater first—warm skin where it shouldn’t be warm—and when he finally cups her ass through that tight skirt? The chair creaks like it knows what’s coming next.
