Catching Her Wife With The Sitter

Paige walks through her own damn door and stops cold. There's her wife, Whitney, bent over with Stella the sitter face-down in the pillows and Paige's own strap-on buried deep in Stella's tight little cunt. Whitney's hips snap forward like she's trying to fuck the girl into next week. Paige's jaw drops, then tightens. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Whitney yanks the silicone cock out so fast it leaves Stella gasping, both women scrambling for words that won't save their asses. Paige can feel the heat rise, can feel how ridiculous she looks standing there with a bag of takeout while her toy drips girl-cum onto her clean sheets. She stares at Stella's flushed face, the way those perky tits heave, that soaked pink pussy still clenching around nothing, and yeah—fine, the kid is hot as hell. Doesn't change the fact that Whitney just used Paige's dick without asking. Paige steps forward, snatches the harness off Whitney's hips, and tells them both, "Strip. Now." Stella bites her lip but doesn't argue. Whitney obeys too, cheeks burning. Paige tightens the straps around her own waist, lines the head up with Whitney's dripping slit and shoves in hard enough to make her wife yelp. She fucks Whitney open with punishing strokes, then pulls out and does the same to Stella, driving the length all the way to the hilt until the tiny blonde is whimpering for more. When both of them are soaked, shaking, and begging to come, Paige still doesn't ease up—she flips Stella onto her back, makes Whitney sit on the girl's face, and pounds into her wife from behind while Stella tongues Whitney's clit. Sweat, slick, the wet slap of skin; every thrust earns another broken moan. By the time Paige finally lets them finish, the sheets are ruined and everyone's grinning like idiots.