My Husband Brought Home His Mistress #17 - Kylie Rocket, Lily Lane & Ryan Driller

Lily Lane barely sees Ryan Driller these days. Work keeps him glued to his desk. She keeps the pout in her voice when she tells him it's shitty of his boss to own his nights. Ryan nods, plays the victim, then gets up to hit the john. The second he's gone she snatches his phone, thumbs through it fast. There it is—text after filthy text. He's not grinding reports; he's balls-deep in Kylie Rocket on the regular. Lily grins, taps out a quick fake message pretending to be him: Come over, got the place to myself. She slides the phone back just as he returns, none the wiser. Ten minutes later the doorbell rings. Ryan's jaw drops when he sees Kylie standing there in fuck-me heels. Lily smirks. “Surprise. I know exactly what you two have been doing. Pants off, both of you. I want a front-row seat.” Kylie shrugs, peels her dress off, and climbs onto Ryan's cock like it's hers. Lily slips a hand between her thighs, eyes locked on every slick thrust, rubbing in time while her husband cheats right in front of her.