Lilly James

Lilly lives to fuck other men while her husband watches. He’s a salesman who recruits commission-only reps for his drill-and-fill insulation pitch. The moment they’re in the room she starts touching them. Buttons pop, belts drop, and she’s on her knees sucking the first cock she can reach. Her husband sits there, jaw clenched, while she gags and drools, spit stringing from her chin. She crawls from one hard dick to the next, jerking two while she throats another, eyes glassy. They bend her over the conference table, yank her pantyhose down just far enough, and take turns pounding her pussy. When one guy spreads her cheeks and pushes into her ass, her husband flinches at the sound she makes. She comes hard, squirting down her own thighs. Then they double up—thick cocks stretching both holes at once while a third slides between her lips. She rocks between them, airtight and shaking, until the men unload. One fills her ass, another paints her face, come dripping off her chin onto the torn pantyhose. She smiles through it all, used and dripping, while her husband can only watch and take it.