Spencer Bradley

Spencer can't stand her husband. The sight of him turns her stomach. She comes home to Ryan and two of his buddies watching the game, laughing, drinking, having a good time. His joy pisses her off. He never makes her feel that way. Especially not in bed. His dick stays soft most nights, and when he finally gets it up it barely registers. So she starts in on him. Right there. In front of his friends. Yesterday it was his family. Today it's these guys. They laugh as she cuts him down, one insult after another, until the tension shifts. She moves to them. Hands on thighs. Fingers pulling her panties aside, showing everything. The men don't hesitate. Ryan stands frozen in the doorway when he finds her on the bed, spread open, taking thick black cock. Will and Mazee take turns licking her wet, hairy slit, then drive in deep, stretching her, filling her. She moans louder each time they thrust, eyes locked on Ryan's face while she cums. Real orgasms. Not the quiet, polite ones she gives him. They pound her until she shakes, until she's gasping and squirting around their shafts. When they finish they paint her face, thick ropes across her lips and cheeks, the smell sharp in the air. Ryan watches every drop land. Spencer smiles through it, licking her lips, still twitching from the last orgasm.