The affair burned hotter with every stolen moment. Izuku couldn’t get enough of Katsuki’s cock—needy, desperate, her pussy aching for him even when she was in Kai’s arms. She’d text him begging for quickies, spreading her legs in his car or penthouse, moaning like a whore while he pounded her senseless. But Katsuki? He was obsessed, possessive as hell. Hated sending her home to that oblivious husband, watching her ass sway away knowing Kai would touch what was his. She’s mine, he’d growl during fucks, marking her tits and ass with bites. He decided it was time—time to claim her fully, break the chain. No more sharing.

It was Izuku and Kai’s anniversary. She’d planned it perfect: candles flickering, their favorite wine chilling, kimchi jjigae simmering low. She dressed like a dream—or a wet one—in a tiny red lace bra that barely contained her fat tits, nipples peeking through the sheer fabric, and a matching thong that disappeared between her thick ass cheeks. No dress—just lingerie, heels, pink lips glossy, hair tousled. Ready to surprise Kai the second he walked in, ride him all night like the loving wife she pretended to be.