A Gift From My Wife - S37:E27

Jazmin Luv cornered Rachel Rivers in the hallway. Her voice barely made it past her lips, thick with want. "Tonight. He’s home late. Get here first." Rachel licked her bottom lip and nodded. She already knew what that meant. By eight the apartment lights are low and the sheets still smell like yesterday’s cologne. Rachel shows up in an old tee and no bra. Jazmin yanks it off the second the door locks. Two mouths crash together, wet and sloppy, hands already roaming—Rachel palms the swell of Jazmin’s tits, Jazmin slides two fingers down the front of Rachel’s shorts and finds her soaked. When the boyfriend walks in, Rachel’s on her back, thighs spread, Jazmin’s tongue deep in her cunt. He doesn’t ask questions. Shoes hit the floor. Zippers snap. He’s behind Jazmin in seconds, dragging her hips up, sliding into her slick heat while she groans into Rachel’s pussy. They trade positions like they planned it. Rachel straddles his face while Jazmin sinks down onto his cock, riding hard, tits bouncing. Rachel’s hands clench the headboard, grinding down on his mouth until her thighs shake. Later Rachel’s braced on all fours, Jazmin beneath her licking her clit as he pounds her from behind. Every thrust shoves Rachel forward onto Jazmin’s tongue. Sweat drips. Slaps echo. Fingers twist into hair and pull hard. Nobody’s sure who comes first; it just happens—Rachel collapses forward, cunt pulsing against Jazmin’s mouth, Jazmin’s walls clamp tight around him and he grunts, hips jerking, spilling deep while Jazmin moans through it. They stay tangled, breathing hard, bodies sticky. Lights still dim. Door still locked. Heartbeats loud. Nobody talks. Nobody needs to.