Sarah Jessie

Sarah Jessie runs HR and goes home every night to Arielle, but a strap-on never matches the heat of a thick cock pounding her open. For months she has slipped down to sales on her lunch hour, spreading her legs for two guys who know exactly how she likes it. Today Arielle decides to surprise her wife with lunch and steps through the office door just in time to see one of those sales studs driving balls-deep into Sarah’s soaked pussy. Arielle freezes, face twisting with shock and disgust at the sight of real meat stretching the woman she loves. The guys stammer apologies, but Sarah doesn’t slow down. She gasps that she needs this, that Arielle should just watch and understand. Arielle drops into a chair, arms folded, trying to look anywhere else, yet every wet slap and moan drags her eyes back. The men switch places, pounding harder, and Arielle inches closer despite herself, knuckles white on the armrests. When Sarah orders them to take her ass, Arielle’s stomach drops. Sarah has always refused that from her, yet here she is pushing back onto thick shafts like she was born for it. Fresh, guttural sounds tear from Sarah’s throat—sounds Arielle has never coaxed out no matter how she tried. She can’t look away as that tight ring stretches wide, again and again. Finally the guys paint Sarah’s tits and face with hot ropes. She dismisses them with a flick of her wrist, then turns to her stunned wife. “Come here,” she breathes, spreading her legs. Arielle hesitates only a second before crawling forward, tongue out, ready to taste what her wife really craves.