Catching His Cheating Girlfriend

Summer’s been fucking Zariah behind Robby’s back for weeks. Today she steals her in while Robby’s supposed to be gone, both women already wet and ready. They hit the bed hard. Sweat, moans, hands gripping ass. Summer rides Zariah’s face, grinding until she shakes. Zariah’s tongue works deeper, slick and filthy. They don’t stop when the front door slams—Robby’s early. Summer yanks a blanket over them, keeps riding, both of them fighting to stay quiet while the mattress creaks beneath them. Every creak could be their end. Still, Zariah keeps licking, Summer keeps grinding. They chase it until Robby walks in and freezes. Jaw slack, eyes wide. Summer’s first thought is he’ll blow. Instead he smiles, hard already, and says he’s only pissed she left him out. She laughs once, low, then beckons him over. Zariah doesn’t move, legs still spread, glistening. They make space. Robby strips fast, cock already dark at the tip, and the three of them tangle quick and raw.