I want you. A video followed that text. Juices oozed onto the Lamborghini’s leather seat, as Marissa’s finger slid from her sticky cunt. She sensually sucked that digit between slut-red lips.

“As a no-fault divorce state, his alleged infidelity won’t entitle you to additional matrimonial assets.”

Her husband’s supercilious smirk at his attorney’s words pissed her off. “Fuck it. Add the car and I’ll sign.”

“Deal.”

“As is where is!”

“Sure.” Smirking imperiously, he tossed her the key.

She signed.

Her opening the car door had Marissa’s eyebrows arching.

“Ex-hubby really did overlook leaving you in the car. You win.”