My Husband Watched Me Fuck With The Masseur

Whitney OC and her husband Cole Church show up at a dirty little massage spot that's got a whole side menu for couples. Cole caught wind from a couple buddies who swore the place fucked their marriage back to life, so he booked the extra spicy service. Goldey’s working and can’t hide his surprise when two absolute tens walk through the door. He yanks Cole aside. “You sure about this?” Cole grins like the devil and says yeah, they both want it. Goldey shrugs, cracks his knuckles, and starts on Whitney nice and slow. Those years of hands play her body like he already knows every button, coaxing the shy right out of her. He rolls her onto her back, palms her tits until the nipples stand up, then sinks lower and gives her clit that nasty little tongue trick of his. Cole’s cock is already out, stroking while he watches Goldey eat his wife like it’s a sport. When Goldey finally pushes in, stretching Whitney wider than Cole’s ever seen, she grabs the guy’s hips and drags him deeper, greedy for every inch. Every new angle she begs for more, hips bucking, cunt swallowing him like she’s starving. Right when she’s shaking on the edge Goldey yanks out and blasts a thick load across her stomach. Cole’s in like lightning, tongue out, lapping up the mess, then leans over and spits it into Whitney’s open mouth with a messy, hungry kiss.