Amiee Cambridge - BBC Bully - Vol 3

Aimee hears the doorbell and bolts to the door, her blue floral robe tied loose around her naked body. Ace stands there—tall, tight-lipped—looking lost. "Jonathon sent me," he says. She grins like she’s just been handed a secret. Inside, she lays out the deal: she takes care of his needs, now she wants Ace’s too. They make it to the couch. Her mouth finds him fast. He’s thick, dark, and she tells him straight—her husband hasn’t touched her in weeks. When he’s rigid she climbs on, working him deep in cowgirl, hips grinding, robe still half-on. She spins to reverse without missing a beat, taking every inch again. Another sloppy suck, then she leads him down the hall. Bedroom feels hotter, louder. She straddles his face, pussy slick against his tongue while her mouth works him back to full. She comes first, thighs twitching. He rolls her onto all fours and slams into her doggy—deep, steady, sweat already running. They flip to missionary; he pins her wrists above her head, pounding harder. She drags her tongue along his chest, licks the salt, then swallows him until he gives her every drop. He lifts her like nothing. They hit the shower, cold tile at her back. He fucks her from behind, water beating their skin. She braces on the opposite wall and he drives in again, each thrust pushing a louder moan out of her. When she drops to her knees he fills her mouth; she swallows, looks up, then laughs through the weak spray. "Pressure sucks. I’ll fix it before next time."