My Husband knows i'm Cheating on him with his best Friend

In her soft, sultry Russian accent, she whispers her husband's name, her body pulsating with a mix of guilt and desire as she strokes herself, eyes locked onto her husband's best friend. "What are you doing, Liza?" her husband demands, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and betrayal as he watches his wife's hand glide over her wet pussy. "I can't help it, I want him," she purrs, her cheeks flushed with excitement and shame. "I know it's wrong, but I can't resist him any longer." Her husband's best friend, a tall, dark-haired Russian man, can't help but stare at her, his cock throbbing beneath his jeans. He knows he's playing with fire, but the temptation is too great. He leans in, his breath hot on her ear, "I want you too, Liza. I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock." Liza's body shivers at his words, her pussy aching for his touch. "Then take me, right here, right now," she whispers, her voice barely audible. Her husband watches in shock as his best friend rips off his shirt, revealing his muscular, tattooed body. He's a man of few words, but his actions speak louder than any promises he could make. He grabs Liza roughly, his fingers digging into her hips as he pushes her against the wall, his cock straining against his jeans.