Gotcha! 3

Lenina storms through the front door flushed and wired, barely closing it before she’s on her husband, hands in his belt while she tells him everything. “Baby, I saw exactly what I want,” she says, voice low and greedy. Karina had her lips wrapped around Charlie’s cock, sucking deep, messy as hell, spit glistening down her chin, tits bouncing every time he thrust. Lenina watched the whole filthy show, soaking through her panties, imagining her own mouth, her own throat taking it just like that. “We’re recreating it tonight,” she promises, pushing his pants down, gripping him hard. Her eyes shine with filthy plans: she wants her tits in his hands, her mouth stretched, spit trails everywhere, and she’ll moan louder, take it deeper, every sloppy detail better than what she saw. She drops to her knees right there in the hallway, already pulling him toward her lips, hungry to make every explicit second real.