The Gift of Gaping

Jennifer lives for the dirty stuff. Pleasure first, fuck everything else. She and her husband have been clocking the neighbor’s kid for months, watching that tight little body move around the lawn. Now the parents are gone and Jennifer’s got her inside with an anniversary surprise built for trouble. The girl shows up curious, barefoot, soft-lipped. Jennifer smiles like she already won. Starts slow — a drink, a laugh, hands that don’t ask twice. Before long she’s peeling the tiny tank off the girl right there in the kitchen, tits popping free, nipples already tight. Jennifer drops her mouth to one, sucks till the girl gasps, then slides two fingers right up under her skirt and finds her wet through the cotton. By the time the husband walks in she’s got the girl bent over the counter, shorts around her ankles, Jennifer’s tongue working her open like she’s starving. The man stops dead in the doorway, cock already pushing at his fly. Jennifer looks back at him over the girl’s arched back, lips shiny, voice low: “Told you I’d get you something special.” He crosses the room fast. Undoes his belt. Feeds his thick cock into the girl’s dripping cunt in one smooth thrust while Jennifer keeps licking everything the cock isn’t covering — clit, stretched lips, heavy balls every time he slams home. The girl moans like a broken record, dripping down her thighs, while Jennifer laughs soft against wet skin. They take turns after that. Jennifer rides the girl’s face till she shakes and squirts across a pretty tongue, then drops to knees and lets her husband fuck her mouth while the girl watches, legs spread, fingers busy in her own cunt. When he finally blows, it’s across both of them — Jennifer stroking him through it, licking every drop off the girl’s stomach like candy. Anniversary gift: well fucked, well used, and already planning round two.