Sharing The Hotwife

Dee Siren's on the phone with her man, spinning the filthiest tease. ‘You ready to hear everything I do tonight?’ she purrs, legs crossed, knowing full well she’s lying about seeing him. Quick hair-touch-up, slick of gloss, and she’s out the door straight to her side piece. Door clicks. She’s on her knees before it shuts, taking him to the back of her throat like she’s starving. She moans around the shaft, wet sounds filling the room. Halfway down she stops, lips shiny, because her husband gets off on watching. Camera set. Tripod aimed. Call connected. Hubby’s face pops up just in time to watch his wife slide back down that thick cock until her nose meets skin. Drool coats her chin, eyes watering, but she keeps the pace hungry and sloppy. Then Dee stands, peels her dress off, climbs aboard and grinds down until she’s stuffed full. Hubby’s eyes stay locked; watching his hotwife ride another guy, hard and loud, makes his night. She looks straight at the lens between bounces—filthy smile, thighs flexing, voice dirty in a running commentary for the husband she’s happily cucking.