Vanessa Sky's Slut Inspection

We go way back, Vanessa Sky and me and Dan—three years, give or take. She’s always eyed my husband like she wants to crawl right inside his skin. I felt it simmering between them, that electric little hunger. Tonight I decided to stop letting it smolder. I threw open the cage, watched the minx bolt for his cock, her pretty mouth stretched wide and dripping with spit and need. Vanessa dropped every shred of decency she owned and took him like he was the only thing left breathing on this filthy earth.