Three-Way Mistress: Part One

India Summer's sleazy husband wouldn't quit chasing his student's favors. Dillion Harper spread for straight A's, and that gave him balls of steel. He fired off a text, cock stiff, hungry for her tight wet cunt. She teased back, sent a tit shot, asked if he wanted her soft hand pumping him dry. His wife and daughter were gone for the weekend. Easy pickings. Sinn Sage came home to raw screams and the sight of her dad buried to the root in Dillion's dripping slit. Sweet revenge sparked. Phone up, record button red. Next morning Dillion woke alone, got the text to clear out. She crept barefoot toward the door, but Sinn waited on the sofa like a coiled snake. Dillion played dumb, asking for her dad. Sinn flashed the video. Dillion begged. One word and the scholarship, the job, the marriage, all gone. Sinn offered silence for a price: every lick, every thrust, every slick moan Dillion gave her father. She yanked the dress down, thumbed Dillion's swollen clit, shoved two fingers deep, twisted, pumped until Dillion's juices ran over her knuckles. Sinn meant to turn the straight-A slut full-on cunt-crazy. She worked the soaked hole harder, tongue flicking Dillion's nipples, hips grinding against her thigh. Dillion writhed, breathless, clenching, already dripping again. Sinn whispered she'd keep the footage buried only if every secret Dillion carried between her legs now belonged to her. How deep would she have to fuck to buy silence? Watch and see if Dillion can trade enough orgasms to keep her future safe.