
Sadie Summers lounges beside her husband Derek Kage, restless and itching for heat. She won't let him bury himself in that paperback. Then the waiter, Musa Phoenix, steps up with his snack tray. She studies him slow and hungry. Says she wants a banana. When Musa dips to offer the tray, she slips her hand straight between his legs and grabs the thick shaft bulging behind his apron instead. Derek freezes. Musa stiffens. Sadie just smiles. She yanks Musa’s shorts down, frees that heavy cock, and wraps her fingers around it like she owns the thing. Derek hisses they’ll get thrown out. Musa stammers, confused, dick pulsing in a stranger’s grip. Sadie lifts the key that dangles between her tits and orders Derek to show Musa exactly what it unlocks. Derek drops his own shorts; a tiny chrome cage cages what’s left of him. Musa bursts out laughing, then catches himself, glancing around the pool deck. Sadie leans in, tongue flicking over his swollen head, tasting, sucking loud. Tray clatters to the ground. Musa grabs a fistful of her hair and forgets everything but the wet heat of this filthy wife kneeling before him.
Sadie Summers lounges beside her husband Derek Kage, restless and itching for heat. She won't let him bury himself in that paperback. Then the waiter, Musa Phoenix, steps up with his snack tray. She studies him slow and hungry. Says she wants a banana. When Musa dips to offer the tray, she slips her hand straight between his legs and grabs the thick shaft bulging behind his apron instead. Derek freezes. Musa stiffens. Sadie just smiles. She yanks Musa’s shorts down, frees that heavy cock, and wraps her fingers around it like she owns the thing. Derek hisses they’ll get thrown out. Musa stammers, confused, dick pulsing in a stranger’s grip. Sadie lifts the key that dangles between her tits and orders Derek to show Musa exactly what it unlocks. Derek drops his own shorts; a tiny chrome cage cages what’s left of him. Musa bursts out laughing, then catches himself, glancing around the pool deck. Sadie leans in, tongue flicking over his swollen head, tasting, sucking loud. Tray clatters to the ground. Musa grabs a fistful of her hair and forgets everything but the wet heat of this filthy wife kneeling before him.