I Filmed My Co-worker Pounding My Wife

Ken's wife Savannah Storm can't keep her legs closed. She craves cock like it's her damn job. Most husbands would panic. Ken just keeps the supply line steady so she doesn't go hunting elsewhere. Company party, she spots Scotty P across the room and gets that hungry look Ken knows by heart. They bring the guy home. Scotty looks ready to bolt—mixing work with pounding the boss's wife feels risky. Ken laughs, tells him they do this weekly, relax. Savannah struts in wearing that fuck-me outfit and it clicks for Scotty. She drops to her knees before he finishes his drink, yanks his pants down, and swallows him to the root. Spit runs down her chin, her throat working like she hasn't tasted meat in weeks. Soon she's on all fours taking every inch. Scotty's balls slap her asshole while Ken strokes off to the show. Savannah cums loud and keeps cumming. Scotty finally pulls out and paints her face in thick ropes. Ken steps up, grunts once, and adds his own load across her cheeks.