His Anal Mistress

The screen fades in on Tina, a sharp-eyed shutterbug making bank with her lens, tangled in the sheets with her stiff-necked hubby Jeremy. Their lips crash like thunder in the dim bedroom glow, his body pinning hers down as he drives into her missionary-style, pounding with raw hunger. She claws at his back, gasping, 'Deeper, Jeremy—fuck me deeper!' But then he yanks out, eyes wild with forbidden itch. 'Can I take your ass this time?' Her face twists, shadows of doubt creeping in. 'Okay... but stop if it burns,' she whispers, flipping over on all fours, heart hammering. He snatches the lube, slicks her puckered ring, probing with a thick finger. She bucks and bites her lip, pain etching her features as he invades that virgin-tight hole. 'Easy—god, be gentle!' He eases back, then presses his throbbing cock against her, the lens zeroing on her strained grimace. Agony rips through her; she thrashes, begging after endless, futile thrusts. 'Stop! Jeremy, I can't—please!' He snarls, yanking free, storming off the bed in a rage, wiping his dick without a glance. Guilt coils her into a fetal wreck on the mattress. 'I'm sorry—I tried so hard.' He spits back, voice like ice: 'Should've bent you over before the ring. My fuck-up.' He bolts, abandoning her bare and shattered in the dark. CUT TO TITLE PLATE. Tina, suited up in crisp office armor, hunches behind her desk...