Under Surveillance

Charlotte Stokely strips down, ass for days, steps into the tub like she owns the place. Sunlight hits every inch. She spreads out and chills, fingers tracing her tits while hubby sits in his car convinced she's playing away. He calls Lexi Belle, private dick who knows her way around a messy marriage. Lexi shows up, camera slung low, and starts snapping from the roof. She trails Charlotte room to room, slips inside, plants a cam outside the bedroom door. Charlotte's on the couch, bare, phone to her ear, circling her clit slow and wet. Lexi hides behind the sofa and films the whole thing until Charlotte's moaning on a lesbian site. "Caught ya," Lexi steps out, but Charlotte smirks—she never fucked a guy. The voice on the line was a woman she met online. She yanks Lexi into the bedroom, hungry. Lexi worries her client might walk in; Charlotte laughs and says she'll tie him to a chair and make him watch. She tells Lexi to strip. Lexi pulls off her clothes. Charlotte pushes her face between spread thighs and rides Lexi's tongue until her whole body jerks and she coats Lexi's mouth. Then she slides underneath, tongue out, and Lexi grinds down until her pussy gushes. They come together, sticky and laughing. "Think your idiot husband wants a front-row seat next round?" Charlotte asks, licking Lexi's cum off her lips.