Big Tit MILF Borrows My Husband

We've been tight for years now—Jasmine and me. The night she flies in from wherever, we skip the small talk and head straight to the bedroom where my husband waits. I slip out of my dress, lean against the dresser, and watch her drop to her knees, massive tits swinging heavy as she unzips him. She swallows him deep, drool dripping down his shaft, and every wet sound makes my pulse jump. He grips her hair, fucks her throat until she gags and moans, mascara running. I slide two fingers over my clit, knuckles wet. Then he flips her, slams in from behind, and those huge breasts slap against each other with every thrust, slapping so loud it cuts through her broken cries. My breath shortens, heartbeat rattles in my ears as I match his rhythm with my hand. He spills inside her, and the moment he pulls out I crawl over, tongue already pushing into the mess, tasting both of them until my own legs shake and everything whites out.