Fooling The Family: Part One

Started messing with Nina's head the minute she walked in. She's tight, she's cocky, she's married to some loser with kids driving her nuts, and she's dripping for a reason to forget every single one of them. Her thighs were already hot from all that yoga, but it was her soaked cunt that gave me the green light, so I went right for it. She shot me a look, pushed her tits together, and I took the hint—palmed those big, heavy boobs, squeezed 'em, watched her nipples get hard against my palms. She wanted dick. She got it, just not yet. Dropped her to her knees, and she went at my cock like she hadn't had one worth sucking in years—slurping, drooling, throat clutching on it until her spit ran down my balls. I flipped her onto the table, buried my face in that sweet, wet pussy, tongue-fucking her till she clamped her legs around my ears. She came so hard she nearly kicked the table over. Then I got inside her—slid in deep, that tight pussy gripping me like it wanted to hold on for good. Mid-fuck she gave this look like she thought it couldn't get nastier. That's when the fantasy hit: her daughter walking in and catching us. I showed Nina the hidden cam, the whole filthy session on tape. One click and hubby gets an eyeful, unless she drags that little blonde straight into the same mess. She'll bring her. She already licked my load off her own fingers—pretty sure her girl's next.