Brotherly Betrayal: Part One

Brad Knight stacked mad paper as a stockbroker, but he used to be the awkward kid brother nobody noticed. Flip the script: Johnny's flat broke, crashing at Brad's mansion with his wife Ariella Ferrera while he hunts for work. Ariella ruled the sidelines back then, and she married Johnny because he ran shit in high school. Money dries up though, and now she sees Brad as her ticket out of slinging coffee. She hears him on the phone spitting stories about the nasty shit he pulls with women, and suddenly she's dripping. Ariella throws on the filthiest lingerie she owns, struts into his room, and drops a line about her failing marriage. Johnny won't touch her anymore, she says, and her body's starving for cock. Back then Brad would have railed her on sight, but blood's thicker. Ariella shuts that shit down fast: she grabs his wrist, shoves his palm against her soaked pussy, and grinds on his fingers until he stops fighting. Her hand fishes his cock out next, already pulsing, and she works it between her lips until spit strings off her chin. She climbs up, sits on his face, and rides his tongue hard until she creams down his throat. Brad keeps saying no to the main event, but Ariella stays in control: she sinks onto his dick anyway and they fuck every which way till he blows ropes across her tits.