I Caught My Wife Fucking The Help! #05 - Febby Twigs

Rion smells a rat. His wife’s been putting on a show lately and Rion wants the tapes. He pops back to the house early one night, ready to nail her red-handed. First he plays detective on his bartender, Ramon. “Heard or seen anything shady with my lady?” Ramon shrugs. Nothing. Of course Ramon lies easy: he’s already pounding that same wife every chance he gets. She waltzes in right after Rion leaves, eyes locked on the bulge in those bartending blacks, zero hesitation. Still cum-drunk off their last round, she drops and throats Ramon’s fat twelve-inch wrist-thick cock like she wants to die with it down her windpipe. Mascara rivers, gag-spit dangling; she works the meat furious and proud. Next minute Ramon’s got her bent over the bar top and he slams that blood-hard slab in balls-deep, stretching her soaked cunt until she spurts across the floor. Thighs slapping wet, she howls through orgasm after orgasm, hips hammering back like the world might end at closing time. Ramon roars and paints her face with thick white ropes until his cock stops kicking. Door bangs open. Rion. His shoes squeak on the jizz-slick tiles and he watches the final drip slide off his wife’s chin. Shame doesn’t begin to cover it. Bag your shit, he tells her. Ramon, you’re finished—get the fuck out. She wipes her cheek with a cocktail napkin like it matters and steps over her own puddle.