New Year & New Cock

New Year's Eve hits different when you're throwing a proper house party. My wife Charley Hart buzzes around our place like she knows exactly where this night could end up. She's already worked herself into that delicious state - pussy on display, soaking wet, telling me to look but don't touch. Typical Charley move. The drinks flow and everything goes blurry around the edges. Next thing I know she's parked on Chris Blaccwood's lap, skirt hiked up, showing him exactly what I couldn't have. And fuck if she doesn't let him slide his fingers right in there while she grinds back against him. Figures. They slip off toward the bedroom without anyone catching on. She's on her knees before the door even clicks shut, wrapping her lips around that big black cock like she's been waiting all night for it. Drool runs down her chin as she works him over, getting herself properly soaked. Ready for it. Chris bends her over the bed and slides home - she moans like she's finally getting what she needs. That stretch hits different. Missionary next, and he pounds her until she's shaking through an orgasm that leaves her gasping. Then she's climbing on top, sliding down his thick shaft with her own slick coating everything. She rides until he's ready to blow, takes that load all over her pretty face. Wipes her mouth. Smiles. Ready to head back downstairs like nothing happened. Already scouting her next target. That's my girl - happy New Year to us.