My Husband Brought Home His Mistress #11 - Scene 2

Alura and Derrick had tossed the idea around for months, maybe years. Then one Friday night he walks through the door with a gift that never came wrapped. Sophia’s in a crop top and the shortest skirt she owns, standing next to Derrick like she already belongs here. “Surprise,” he says, grin wide enough to split wood. Alura’s glass pauses halfway to her lips. She clocks the girl’s tight waist, the curve of her ass, the faint outline of hard nipples under that thin top. Sophia bites her lip, then steps closer. “Derrick said you like girls who know how to use their mouth,” she murmurs, voice husky as sin. Alura’s pulse kicks. She can feel the wet heat between her thighs start to bloom. Derrick kicks the door shut with his heel and locks it, one hand already palming the front of his jeans. “Down on your knees, both of you,” he growls. Sophia drops like she’s been waiting all day. Alura follows, dress hiking over her ass, big tits spilling against the fabric. She cups Sophia’s face, thumbs her lips open, then leans in and kisses the girl filthy—tongues tangling, Sophia moaning straight into Alura’s mouth. Derrick strips his shirt off and strokes himself while he watches, pre-cum glistening on the fat head of his cock. He grabs Sophia by the hair, feeds his dick between her pouty lips. Alura slides behind the girl, pulls Sophia’s skirt up and panties aside, then sinks two fingers straight into her slick, tight cunt. Sophia gags on Derrick’s shaft and moans louder. Every wet slurp echoes. Alura works those fingers fast and deep, thumb rolling over Sophia’s swollen clit until the girl’s thighs shake. Derrick’s free hand clamps around Alura’s throat, tilting her head so he can kiss her over Sophia’s back. “Lick her while I fuck her face,” he orders. Alura drops lower, spreads Sophia open and starts tongue-fucking her dripping pussy while Sophia drools all over Derrick’s cock. Spit trails down her chin onto the hardwood. Alura’s tongue presses firm circles over Sophia’s clit, then slides lower to tease her asshole, greedy and unashamed. Sophia bucks. Derrick pulls out, slaps his spit-slick cock across Alura’s tongue. “Taste her on me,” he says. Alura opens wide, sucks him clean, tastes both of them at once. He yanks Alura to her feet, spins her, hikes her dress, and slams home in one hard thrust. Sophia crawls between their legs, licks where his shaft meets her dripping folds, sucks on Alura’s clit while Derrick pounds her. Alura’s moans go ragged. Derrick grips both women by the hair, holds them in place while he rails his wife, balls slapping against Sophia’s chin on every stroke. Sweat glistens on every inch of skin. The air stinks of sex and perfume. He pulls out, coats Sophia’s upturned face with thick ropes of cum, then pushes Alura down to lick it off the girl’s cheeks and lips. Sophia fingers herself furiously until she comes with a gasping cry against Alura’s tongue. Derrick laughs, low and satisfied, already half-hard again. “Round two in the bedroom,” he says. “And this time I want both your asses in the air.”