Bringing Home My Unsuspecting Mistress

Eric plays it cool, ring on his finger, and brings them home anyway. Dee waits inside, already wet at the idea of watching her husband ruin some new girl. Isabella steps over the threshold in her little skirt, pretending she’s just here for a drink. Nerves show in the way her hands shake, but the second Eric shoves her up against the hallway wall she melts. Dee steps close, lips at Isabella’s ear, telling her what’s going to happen. Isabella’s skirt hikes up. Panties drag to the side. Eric sinks in deep and slow, every inch stretching her. Dee’s fingers slip between them, rubbing Isabella’s clit while Eric fucks harder, rougher, until the hall echoes with wet sounds and breathy moans. Isabella’s nervousness fades fast; she arches, pushes back, takes every thrust like she needs it more than air. Dee drops to her knees, tongue flicking over where they meet, tasting both of them. Eric groans, grips Isabella’s hips, slams into her until her legs shake. He pulls out, glossy and throbbing, and Dee guides him straight into her mouth, sucking him clean before he pushes back inside Isabella for round two. Isabella’s moans turn sharp. Dee keeps circling her clit, coaxing her over the edge while Eric pounds her open. The girl comes loud, soaking his cock, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps driving, Dee whispering filth in both their ears, until he finally lets go and fills Isabella to the brim. She stays pressed to the wall, cum already sliding down her thigh, and smiles like she’d walk through the door again tomorrow.