Angelica Heart’s supposed to be grading papers at the kitchen table, but her eyes keep drifting over to Lorenzo Viota, the hot teaching assistant sitting right beside her. Her looks turn downright filthy, like she’d rather mark his body than those essays. When her husband Emmanuel Torquemada walks through the door, she doesn’t waste a second—straight up asks both guys if they want to fuck. They’re all in before she even finishes the sentence. Next thing you know, Angelica’s tits are out, heavy and swinging while Lorenzo buries his face between them. Emmanuel’s already behind her, yanking down her skirt, spreading her cheeks and sliding into her ass like he owns it. She moans around Lorenzo’s cock, then turns and takes Emmanuel straight from her ass to her mouth without blinking. They trade her back and forth, pounding both holes, and Angelica keeps begging for more, loving every filthy second of being used by the two of them at once.
Angelica Heart’s supposed to be grading papers at the kitchen table, but her eyes keep drifting over to Lorenzo Viota, the hot teaching assistant sitting right beside her. Her looks turn downright filthy, like she’d rather mark his body than those essays. When her husband Emmanuel Torquemada walks through the door, she doesn’t waste a second—straight up asks both guys if they want to fuck. They’re all in before she even finishes the sentence. Next thing you know, Angelica’s tits are out, heavy and swinging while Lorenzo buries his face between them. Emmanuel’s already behind her, yanking down her skirt, spreading her cheeks and sliding into her ass like he owns it. She moans around Lorenzo’s cock, then turns and takes Emmanuel straight from her ass to her mouth without blinking. They trade her back and forth, pounding both holes, and Angelica keeps begging for more, loving every filthy second of being used by the two of them at once.
