Neighborhood Swingers #25 - Ana Foxxx & Ramon Nomar

They left the back room laughing, Ana's hand stuck to Chad's belt like it couldn't let go. She just watched her husband rail their neighbor's wife and it lit something nasty in her blood. He still wore the grin, that post-orgasm one, when Ramon grabbed his shoulder and said thanks for making Monica moan so loud. Chad took the gratitude, then looked at Ana and gave her that little nod. He didn't need words to pass permission. Ramon turned, eyes narrowing on her like he already knew what she tasted like. She followed him down the hall, hips rolling ahead of her, and they found an empty bedroom that smelled like dust and leftover whiskey. He pushed her against the doorframe first, tongue forcing its way past her lips, tasting like someone else's wife. Her dress dropped in two seconds flat, cool air touching everywhere until his mouth chased it. Lips on her collarbone, his teeth dragging over one nipple until it stood sharp and mean. He dropped lower, fingers pushing through the soaked strip between her thighs, then sinking in. Two knuckles deep and she bucked, curse flying off her tongue like it had been waiting. She grabbed his wrist to hold him steady while he opened her, stretching, curling, rolling the pads of his fingertips where it made her toes curl into the carpet. Ramon stood back up fast, lined himself up, drove straight in with no preamble. The first thrust knocked a gasp out of her lungs. Every one after that turned louder until she swore the whole house could hear. Neighbors swapping spit and skin like they were born to do it.