Kate England

Kate and her husband are that sick kind of happy most folks don't get. While everyone else is filing for divorce or sleeping on couches, he knows his place is keeping the condoms stocked and the door unlocked for whoever she's fucking next. The guy's basically running cock concierge service. Today Kate walks a real estate coworker into the kitchen. Tall, muscled, black, built like the locker room she always dreamed about. She's been waiting months to see if he's carrying more than a briefcase. The stud's not in on the deal yet, doesn't know the husband is about to jerk his tiny cock in the corner. So they stage it. Front door key in the lock like he's coming home any second. She's on her knees before the stud's zipper finishes sliding down. Hubby watches those fat dark inches disappear down her throat, watches her lip gloss smear to her jaw, watches her swap spit for precum like she's starving. Next second she's bent over the island, skirt yanked past her thighs, ass up, pussy getting split wide open. She reaches back, spits on her fingers, works the slick into her own asshole, begging for two holes filled. Third hole shows up without asking. Mouth open, wet and waiting, while her butt gets pounded and the husband shoots rope onto the tile. Then comes the money shot. The stud pulls out, jerks that heavy cock and paints her tits white, covering her nipples, dripping off the under-swell. Right then the front door clicks. 'Home early!' shouts the husband, timing it perfect. The stud freezes, surprised, cock still glistening, and the real show starts.