Aubrey Black

Aubrey stares at her husband slumped on the couch, channel-surfing like it’s a full-time job. "I have numbers to go over with my partner. Get lost for an hour." He grunts no. She tries again—"Then grab takeout." Another no. She snaps. "You total my car, I pay every bill, and you still won’t move? Fine. Lesson time." Prince shows up, briefcase in one hand, the other already sliding around her waist. She looks straight at her husband. "Sit. Watch. Don’t talk." Prince eyes the lump on the couch, smirks, and nods once. "Today we skip spreadsheets," she tells Prince, voice low. "I want you going over my figure instead. Every curve, every hole—make it filthy." Her husband starts to protest; she cuts him off with a glare. Prince peels her blouse open, tits spilling free, and she drops to her knees. She sucks him loud and sloppy, spit dripping down her chin, then spins and bends over the coffee table so her husband gets a perfect view. Prince drives his thick cock straight into her ass, no warm-up, just hard, nasty strokes that make her moan like she’s starving. He pulls out, shoves back into her pussy, then back to her ass again—ass-to-pussy, ass-to-mouth—switching holes every few thrusts while she eggs him on. "Deeper. Dirtier. Don’t you dare stop." Her husband sits frozen, face red, while Prince uses every inch: pounding her ass until it gapes, feeding his cock down her throat, slapping her big tits until they bounce. She climbs on top, sinks her asshole onto him, rides hard, tells Prince to stretch her wider. He flips her, folds her legs back, rails her ass again, then pulls out and blasts a thick facial across her lips and tits. Cum drips onto the carpet. Aubrey wipes her mouth, looks her husband dead in the eye. "We’re not even close. Get a job or keep watching me get fucked. Your choice, bum."