Fucking The Pool Guy 2

Shit went sideways the second Kenzie spotted Jake. We were barely five minutes into the tour and she clocked the pool guy outside, tits practically perking up at the sight of him. Couldn’t blame her—guy looked like he could bench-press a hot tub. Next thing I know, I’m waving him in like an idiot. Jake trips, dumps a full bottle down her front, and the whole place goes quiet. Kenzie rips her shirt off right there in the living room, acting pissed but with that fuck-me grin she can’t hide. She shoves him back onto the couch before he can even apologize, yanks his trunks down, and his cock springs out already throbbing. Those huge, glossy tits bouncing in his face probably did half the work. She swallows him in one sloppy motion, balls tapping her chin while she works her throat like she’s trying to win a bet. I peel off my clothes, no point pretending anymore. Kenzie climbs on first, sinks straight down to the root, then rocks her hips hard enough to rattle the throw pillows. I take her mouth while Jake pounds up from underneath, swapping turns stuffing every hole she offers. She’s loud, dripping, clapping that ass like she’s trying to start a fire, and the poor bastard doesn’t stand a chance—not after the second time she creams on his cock. We fuck him until every trace of chlorine sweat’s gone and he’s just panting, dazed, covered in us.