Cheating In Plain Sight

Everyone on the block thinks Valentina Nappi's husband just flew home again. Wrong. Her real lover walks in, locks the door and strips off the uniform—it's Katrina Colt in fucking drag. The second the trench coat hits the floor they’re sucking each other's faces like it’s the last drink on earth. Wet, greedy tongues everywhere. Valentina drops to her knees, spreads Katrina’s shaved lips and eats her like she's been starving all week; then Katrina spins her around, parks her plump ass over her mouth, and buries her own tongue deep between Valentina’s thighs until she’s shaking. When fingers aren’t enough they pull the strap-on from under the bed, Valentina straps it on first and slams it balls-deep into Katrina, pounding until she’s grunting like a slut in heat. They flip fast—Katrina takes the harness, hikes Valentina’s legs back and rails her so hard the headboard cracks the wall. Wet squelches, tits bouncing, dirty talk filthy enough to peel paint; by the time they’re done the only thing military about Valentina is the dog-tags still dangling between her bouncing breasts.