Hunny, Let Me Film It...

Destiny's hubby fires up his phone to film her and Don, and she shuts that shit down fast. She grabs him by the wrist and drags him into the bathroom, tits bouncing, eyes wild. He's trying not to grin because she looks stupidly hot and they both know it. Destiny's wet just thinking about him catching it all; she just needs to clear it with Don first. They mess around for a minute, she promises she'll moan his name extra loud while Don rails her. Back outside she flat-out asks Don if the camera's cool. He smirks, shrugs, yanks her into a sloppy make-out right in front of her husband. Then the shirt comes off and those heavy tits spill free. Destiny drops straight to her knees and wraps her lips around Don’s thick black cock, tongue working every inch while her husband circles for the best view. She keeps eye contact with the lens as she deep-throats, spit already dripping. Don bends her over next, eats her slick pussy loud and sloppy while her man watches. When Don lines up, he has to work his fat head into her; Destiny’s juices are running down her thighs. Once he’s buried, she cums quick—legs shaking, mouth open, staring straight at her husband. Don keeps hammering from behind, her body jerking with every thrust. Right before he blows, Destiny spins around, tongue out, and takes every rope of Don’s load in her mouth, swirling it, smiling with her cheeks full. She can’t wait to curl up later and watch the whole thing together.