His Wife with a Mouth Full of Huge Cock

Alexa’s been riding Big Tre every time Tommy hits the road. Tonight Tommy walks in on her mouth stretched around that thick, dark dick. She pops off, stares him down. "Sit or split," she says. No room for questions. Tommy drops into the chair. His eyes are wide. His cock’s already stiff against his zipper. Alexa spits on the head, slides back down, lips sliding slow and loud. She watches Tommy the whole time. He loosens his belt. When she comes up for air, she crooks a finger. Tommy crawls across the rug, kneels, and kisses her—tastes salt, sweat, another man. His own hand works his little cock in quick, nervous strokes while Big Tre slams into her from behind, each thrust jolting her tits against Tommy’s cheek. She grins, feeds the head of that big cock into her mouth again, then pulls it free and presses it to Tommy’s lips. "Stroke," she tells him. "Don’t you dare come." Tommy obeys, fist pumping faster. Alexa climbs on top of Big Tre, rides him reverse so she can smirk at her husband on the floor beneath them. She drops forward, palms on either side of Tommy’s head, and lets Tre pound her from above. Every time she sinks, her juices smear Tommy’s face. She laughs, tells him to open wider and lick what spills down. He does. She flips again, bends over Tommy’s chest, ass up. Tre grips her hips and drives in deep; the force rocks her tits across Tommy’s mouth. She grabs his hair, holds him there, makes him suck each nipple when it swings past. Finally she plants her knees beside Tommy’s head, pussy and asshole inches from his face. Tre fucks her doggy-style, balls slapping, her juices dripping onto Tommy’s lips. Right before he blows, Tre pulls out and stripes thick ropes across her ass. Alexa reaches back, scoops a fingerful, holds it under Tommy’s nose. "Clean it," she says. He leans in, tongue out, swallowing every drop while she watches, satisfied, already planning the next trip out of town.