Anal Fuck In Front Of Brittany Andrews' Hubby!

Mistress Brittany’s got an appetite you couldn’t cage if you tried. One minute she’s lounging like a queen, the next she’s summoning whoever’s handy, thirsty for a cute young sub and as many dicks as she can park inside her. Sage Roux crawls over on all fours to start, tongue worshiping every inch of her like she’s church. She’s busy strapping up, tightening that black leather harness, when Sage circles and finds the thick silicone cock bobbing in front of him. He lunges like a kid in a candy store, lips stretched, eyes watering, slobbering it loud and proud. Brittany glides out of the room, strap swinging between her legs, and finds Don Prince and Justice Nice parked on the sofa. “Relax, boys,” she purrs, sliding between them, “that dick’s for later, but this”—she grabs two fists full of the real thing—“belongs to me right now.” Sage keeps pace, nose buried in the crack of her ass like it’s breakfast. Brittany strokes, sucks, chokes, and barks orders like she’s at a tailgate; tongues shoot in, holes open, cocks press, she rearranges bodies the way she’s rearranging furniture. No hole gets skipped. Pussy first, just long enough to slicken the entrance, then she spins onto all fours for her deep ass baptism. Don slams her, Justice feeds her mouth, and Sage—ever the good boy—dutifully laps any bare slit his Mistress offers him. Don blows first, thick white ropes varnishing her pussy. Sage dives in without hesitation, licking her clean with puppy-level enthusiasm. Flushed with approval, Brittany spins him, straps back on, and drives up his tight ass with merciless patience, riding him while she’s taking another pounding from behind and throat-fucking a third shaft to the root. When the rear stud edges himself out and erupts across her tits, Sage licks up the mess like it’s his final exam. Brittany kicks the boys out at last, curls onto the bed with Sage, his cheek on her chest, and reminds him they’re doing it all over again next week.