GREEN LIGHT FOR GRAYCEE

Marcelo laid it out for Jax Slayher. Him and Graycee wanted a third. Jax didn’t blink. Marcelo wanted Jax to wreck her while he watched, humiliated, playing the role he’d asked for. Jax nodded, already hard. Graycee stepped in, catching the look on her husband’s face. He gave her the go-ahead. She climbed Jax like she’d been waiting her whole life. Mouth on him fast. Spit slick, noisy. She didn’t waste time, working him deep, pausing just long enough to feed Marcelo a mouthful of warm spit before diving back down. Jax took her right there. Bent her over her own husband. Fucked her hard enough that her moans broke against Marcelo’s mouth every time he pulled her in for a kiss. She came loud—twice, then again. Jax stayed buried until he finished in her mouth. She didn’t swallow. Turned, tongue out, and passed the load into Marcelo’s, kissing him slow while it slid between them.