Sophia Burns Fucks In Front Of Her Husband For His Birthday

Kevin thought his night would be dinner and drinks. He got up anyway and the moaning came through the bedroom door like nails. He pushed it open. Jovan had his wife bent forward, one hand sunk deep in Sophia’s hair, the other wrapped around her throat. Kevin’s mouth went dry. Sophia lifted her wet eyes to him and forced a grin around eight thick inches of cock. “Happy birthday, Kevin,” she gurgled, spit threading down her chin. She swallowed until her nose pressed to Jovan’s stomach, then yanked off with a gasp. Jovan spun her, grabbed hips, and buried himself inside her in one mean stroke. She barked a curse and pushed back. Kevin watched his wife get fucked into the mattress, tits mashed flat, moans turning to animal grunts each time balls clapped against her. She begged to be put on top. Kevin saw Jovan lie back and Sophia straddle him, sinking so fast Kevin felt the thunder in the floorboards. She came twice with no space between, shaking, toes curled, soaking Jovan’s lap, then flipped again. She took every brutal slam like she was starving. At the end she knelt, tongue out, while Jovan unloaded—ropes across her cheeks and tongue, thick, white, everywhere. Sophia swilled it in her mouth, leaned over Kevin’s open lips, and let the whole load drip straight down his throat.