My biggest turn-on is masturbating while remembering the time I had sex with my husband in the car. But since it's such a precious memory, I try not to climax thinking about it too often. My husband is the owner and a practicing lawyer at a law firm, so he's extremely busy and comes home only for limited hours. Juggling numerous cases, he also has to focus on mentoring young lawyers and managing the firm. Our sex back then happened when we were still passionate—his desire for me was intense, almost ravenous. But lately, even when he comes home, he barely gets any personal time. He just sits blankly in the living room, seeming more like a housekeeper than a husband. I've grown used to it, and honestly, I've lost interest. As his passion fades, my own desires grow stronger, making my pussy ache unbearably. Even if he finds out I'm masturbating, he probably wouldn't care anyway—nothing matters anymore. I keep telling myself that, but I still feel uneasy. Recalling our past intimacy, doing AV was such a bold move. I feel guilty, and if asked during an interview, I wouldn't want to talk about it. As if sensing my hesitation, the shoot quickly progressed, and quietly, the sex began. When my breasts were stimulated and my pussy touched, I was asked, "Which feels better, inside or outside?" Answering "outside," my clit was rubbed with a toy until I came hard in front of the camera. The vibrator kept going longer than usual, not letting up even after I climaxed. Then, after so long, I felt a man's hot cock inside me, hitting deep spots and making me cum internally. It was far more intense than I expected—I lost control more than I thought possible, and though I'm embarrassed, I know from now on I'll masturbate remembering this very scene.