Birthday Fuck For Ashley Tee

Ashley figured Oliver forgot her birthday again. She bet on it. While he wheeled his suitcase through airport security she was already stretching her jaw around Mannie’s cock, the London stud from down the block. Six months of secret meetings had turned her cunt into a slick, swollen sleeve that took every inch he gave her. Tonight she wore the pink party dress and nothing underneath, already wet when she buzzed him in. She dropped to her knees the second the door clicked shut, lips sliding down that heavy shaft, spit glistening on her chin. Then the front door opened again. Oliver stood there clutching roses and helium balloons. Ashley never took her hand off the thick cock in her fist. "What did you expect?" she asked, voice calm. "Me to sit around waiting for that little prick of yours to remember my birthday?" Oliver’s face went slack, but his pants tented fast. He mumbled that the hotel pornos he watched on the road all looked exactly like this. Ashley smiled around the head of Mannie’s cock and went back to work. Minutes later she climbed onto the Londoner, riding him hard enough that clear fluid sprayed across the carpet. She came loud, announcing it for both men to hear, then grabbed Oliver by the tie and made him lie down so Mannie could straddle his back. From that perch the big man fed Ashley his cock while her husband lay pinned beneath them. When Mannie pulled out and painted Ashley’s tits, Oliver leaned in without being told, tongue working across every sticky rope until nothing remained but the taste of another man on his wife’s skin. She kissed him with that taste still fresh between them.