Mean Cuckold #02, Scene #02

Marcelo stared at the cash in Kurt's fist. Five hundred dollars. Jessica didn't think twice. She shucked her dress and stood there bare, nipples tight in the cold light. "On your knees, loser," Kurt said. Marcelo dropped. He pressed his face to Jessica's foot, tongue dragging between each toe while Kurt unbuckled and kicked his pants aside. Jessica went straight to work. She dropped, lips stretched around Kurt's cock, wet sounds filling the room. Her husband licked higher, up her calf, doing what he'd been told. She swung one leg over his face without looking at him and sat back hard. Her pussy sealed over his mouth. He gagged. She laughed. "Don't stop," she ordered. Marcelo kept licking. Kurt grabbed her hair, thrust deep into her throat. Jessica pulled off gasping, spit stringing from her lip to his shaft, then climbed up and sank onto him. Marcelo felt every inch slide into his wife above him. She rocked and rode, asshole brushing his tongue each time she dropped. "Tongue it," she snapped. He pushed in deeper, nose mashed to her crack. Jessica came first, nails digging Kurt's shoulders, cunt pulsing around him. Kurt finished right after, driving up hard. When he slipped out, thick white ran from her. Jessica swung around, grabbed Marcelo's jaw, and spat the load straight onto his tongue. She made him swallow while she watched, eyes bright and mean.