My Husband Taped Me While My Ex Fucked Me

Jay Wu’s dick twitches when he hears Slim Poke’s coming by. He keeps talking about his wife’s ex like the guy brings a damn battering ram between his legs. Adira’s already wet knowing she’s gonna get split in two again. Slim walks in, daps Jay, nods at Adira, and she drops to her knees without a hello. Out comes that slab of cock, and Jay laughs because she wasn’t kidding, the thing’s a wrist-thick tube of meat she’s gagging on right away. Adira slobbers and sucks like she’s starving, spit stringing down his nuts while Jay jerks in the corner, phone steady, calling it a world-beater that makes husbands look like car keys. When Slim finally lines up and shoves in, her tiny white pussy stretches white-knuckle tight around every vein. Jay swears he hears the pop when that thick head bullies past her cervix, and Adira howls, squirting up Slim’s abs, eyes rolling like she got smacked stupid. She cums in waves, legs splayed and twitching, pussy open like a wet tunnel that keeps taking another pounding hit. Every deep stroke rearranges her insides, her juices flinging across the sheets while Jay films, grip tight on his own little cock. When her thighs start shaking for the fourth time, he can’t even be jealous—he just watches the town-sized dick doing work he couldn’t do in a lifetime.