Mad Fuckers: Reverse Psychology

Whitney Wright leads Isiah Maxwell into her office and tells him to sit. It's supposed to be a regular psych appointment for his sex addiction. She shuts the door then pounces right on him, both of them admitting how much they've missed each other. They know the affair's shady and wrong, but fuck, they can't quit. Their mouths crash, hands grab, clothes tearing off. She starts coaxing him: you're not seeing anyone else, I'm the only one keeping that addiction locked down. Then she smirks, steps back, and invites her two colleagues—Liv Revamped and Christy Love—into the room. Isiah's face drops. He knows them too. He's been feeding each woman the same line about how their special sessions are "helping" him quit fucking around. All three of them look pissed. He scrambles, apologizes, swears he'll do whatever it takes to get back in their good graces. That charm of his still works; they exchange glances, then decide to make him earn his second chance. Christy and Liv stand shoulder-to-shoulder, order him onto his knees, and tell him to peel their panties off using only his teeth. He obeys fast. Whitney ditches her own panties, makes him lose the shirt. They take turns straddling his face, riding his tongue until it's soaked. Soon they line up around his cock and work it together: one sucks the head, the next licks the shaft, hands shuttling spit back and forth while the third tongues his balls. Next each woman climbs aboard and rides him hard, hips slapping, the other two egging her on. They start taunting: “You can juggle three mistresses, you better handle three cunts.” They flip around and bend over, side by side, asses waiting. He slides from one soaked pussy to the next, trying to keep all three happy, dick shiny with spit and girl cum. Nervous as hell, hard as a rock—he's working overtime to make it up to them, but the question hangs in the air: is it enough?