Let My Mistress Instruct You

Tommy loved Jojo, seriously. But the sex between them was deader than a doornail. He'd gotten desperate enough to ring up his Mistress, Sarah Vandella, and straight-up asked her to come over and teach his wife how to choke on his cock, spread for it, work it. Sarah showed up like this was her dirty side hustle and her job to fix whatever Jojo was getting wrong. First thing out her mouth: watch how she wrapped her lips, how she used her hands on his balls, how she kept eye contact when she deep-throated him without flinching. Then it was Jojo’s turn, Sarah coaching with filthy words, holding her hair back, lining up her hips so she could sink down right and ride him until his wife actually had him groaning. Each time Jojo hesitated, Sarah cracked a joke about it, kept the vibe hot and playful like it was all some raunchy game night. By the end of it, Jojo’s throat was sore, her thighs sticky, and Tommy was looking at her with his cock still slick and twitching. If this didn’t save the marriage, at least the fuck sessions wouldn’t be boring anymore.