Jackie Hoff

Jackie keeps clocking her husband Celtic sliding thumbs up under random chicks on his feed. To her that shit is straight-up cheating. When he pulls the same stunt three times in one week she calls him on it and Celtic finally breaks: "Fine, do whatever you want, then." They shake on the deal and Jackie's mind lights up. Oh, she knows exactly who she wants. Celt walks in from work and stops dead in the doorway. Jackie’s already on the couch, palms sliding all over Jax’s carved abs and thick chest like she owns them. Celtic drops into the chair, barking "What the fuck?!" Jackie shoots him that little smirk. "You swipe on every slut you see, baby—I swipe on Jax. Sit down. Watch me like him." The size of Jax hits Celtic like a slap; the guy’s jacked, and his dick’s hanging heavy between his thighs. Jackie doesn’t wait. She wraps her lips around that fat cock and sucks loud and greedy while Celtic sits frozen. Spit drips down Jax’s balls and Jackie keeps bobbing, making eye contact like she’s daring her husband to look away. Jax flips her, stuffs that pussy full, and starts pounding like he’s got a point to prove. Missionary, doggy, legs pinned back against her shoulders—he slams every inch home in strokes Celtic could never match. The couch creaks, Jackie moans, and when Jax finally blows he paints her face white. Cum streaks her cheek, her lips, her chin. Jackie wipes a finger through the mess, then turns to Celtic with a wicked little grin. "Help me clean this up, babe."