Mother-In-Lust: Part Two

Gracie caught her husband's mom flat on her back and rode her like payback tasted better than any lie. RayVeness opened wider, soaking the sheets, both of them clawing like they owed each other skin. Phones rang; Gracie pressed ignore, buried her face deeper, came so hard the bed rattled. She sucked RayVeness's heavy tits, pinched the nipples together until they slapped, peeled off soaked panties and breathed her in. Gracie's eyes flipped white, a long broken moan tearing loose while RayVeness begged to be fingered and sucked dry. Just as Gracie slid two fingers in, knuckles deep, knuckles curled, came the knock. Both froze. RayVeness cracked the door—Phillip, smiling, holding tickets like he'd won the lottery: helicopter ride, penthouse, full spa, the works. Turns out the bastard wasn't cheating; he just booked the fantasy she never asked for.