Christie Stevens

She had him by the balls the second she stepped into the gym. Christie Stevens, blonde, tattooed, and stacked, dragged her husband straight to the trainer she fucks on the regular. His birthday present. A front-row seat while she gets split open by the same cock that keeps her sore all week. Hubby hits the floor, arms shaking through push-ups nobody asked for, cage hanging empty for once. Lucky him. She drops to her knees and swallows the trainer’s meat like she’s starving for it. The sloppy sounds echo off the weights. Hubby’s tiny cock bobs free, already leaking while he pumps it with a shaky fist. Every thrust the trainer gives her knocks her tits together. He’s bigger, thicker, meaner. When he finally empties his load deep inside her, Christie stands, legs glossy, and points at the mess. Hubby crawls. Tongue out. Cleans every drop off her used cunt while she laughs and ruffles his hair. The cage clicks shut again right after.