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They don't touch him.
Yet he fucks them.
Every night.
Lights out, husband's snoring, she slides her fingers low
Puts the buds in deep, presses play, and lets him take control
His voice curls like silk around her desperate little moans
Telling her exactly how to move, how to touch, how to lose control
He's in their headphones
Fucking them with words
Making wives come in silence
While the men don't say a word
Fingers wet, thighs open wide
Eyes rolled back while he owns their mind
No lipstick stains, no hotel key
Just slick sheets under trembling knees
They don't know
He's in their headphones
She breathes his name like prayer, mouth open, chest heaving
He counts her strokes, times her gasps, keeps her on the edge, teasing
Her husband's dreams are sweet and safe
While she's dripping under his command
No guilt, no trace, just flushed skin and shaky hands
He's in their headphones
Fucking them with words
Making wives come in silence
While the men don't say a word
Fingers wet, thighs open wide
Eyes rolled back while he owns their mind
No lipstick stains, no hotel key
Just slick sheets under trembling knees
They don't know
He's in their headphones
Good girl. Stay right there
Don't cum yet
Not until I say
Now.
He's in their headphones
He owns their bodies
And the men. They'll never know.