Sinful Express 2

We're still rattling down the tracks on the Sinful Express. Nikky's watched her husband go to town on Lady Lyne, and now she's impatient as hell. She shoves him back, swings a leg over, and sinks straight down on his cock like she's starved for it. Lady Lyne's sprawled beside them, legs spread, fingering herself and grinning while Nikky rides him hard—hips slamming, tits bouncing, juices dripping onto his balls with every wet slap. He's gripping her ass, thumb circling her asshole, egging her on. “Fuck yes, soak that dick,” he grunts. Nikky leans in, bites his lip, then laughs as she starts grinding circles, clenching so tight it drags a guttural moan out of him. Lyne reaches over, slaps Nikky’s ass cheek and spits on her fingers before sliding two of them into Nikky’s already stuffed pussy alongside the cock. The stretch makes Nikky gasp, then moan louder, grinding harder, her thighs quivering as the three of them get messy and loud and shameless on the swaying velvet seat.