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S he’s dancing with her fucking husband like my cum wasn’t covering her deceitful cunt in the middle of the night. My dick hardens at the memory at the exact same moment that she leans up on her toes and kisses him.

They kiss like teenagers and continue dancing.

Both of them swaying side to side.

While she smiles against his lips.

Openly, without any shadows.

More importantly, without any guilt of her countless infidelities.