Husband-Wife Strap Spitroasts #02 - Katrina Colt, Lilith Grace & Seth Gamble

Seth Gamble and Katrina Colt sit at the kitchen table. Lilith Grace, their sitter, walks in chasing a snack. She dips to the bottom drawer, her tight booty shorts riding up like she planned it. They watch her ass flex, smooth and hungry. She straightens, leaves. Katrina leans in first. "Jesus. Look at that." Seth answers with a grunt that sounds like a yes. Later he opens the bedroom door and finds Katrina already in harness, shoving the thick strap-on past Lilith’s lips. Spit trails down the girl’s chin. Lilith sees him. No surprise, just a wicked curl to her mouth. Her eyes drop to the bulge in his jeans and she nods, wet and willing. "Finish her mouth," Seth tells his wife. He strips. When Katrina eases the toy free, Lilith gasps, then turns to him, cheeks flushed. "Once she’s done with my face," she says, "put that dick in my ass. Don’t hold back." They move quick and greedy. Katrina reclaims Lilith’s throat while Seth works his way between her cheeks, driving forward with one long thrust that knocks a moan out of her around silicone. The slap of skin is wet and filthy. Sweat mixes with spit. Lilith rocks between them, back arched like a bow, eyes tearing, grin never fading. Seth pulls her hair; Katrina slaps her ass; every thrust sinks deeper, every moan tastes like permission. They keep her pinned, stuffed from both ends, until the bed creaks and the room smells like raw, desperate sex.