Gape For My Husband

Mindi picks her husband’s treat for the quarter and brings Kayla home. The moment the door clicks shut she presses Kayla to her knees. Mick sits back, legs spread, already hard. Mindi tilts Kayla’s chin and feeds the blonde cock down her throat, slow and steady, until spit drips off Kayla’s lower lip and onto the carpet. She holds her there, nose flush to Mick’s stomach, and watches the throat stretch around him. When Mindi lets her up for air, she turns Kayla around. Mick’s cock slides between her cheeks, then pushes straight into her ass. Mindi keeps one hand on the small of Kayla’s back, the other wrapped around the base of her husband’s shaft, guiding each deep stroke. Kayla’s breathing turns ragged. Mindi tells her to push back, to open up, and Kayla obeys, taking every inch until her ring grips the root. Mindi pulls him out and straight into Kayla’s waiting mouth. The taste of her own ass hits her tongue; she keeps sucking anyway. Mindi’s fingers spread Kayla wider, showing her husband the pink hole he just left. She pushes Mick back in, deeper this time, and Kayla moans around the cock still wet from her mouth. Mindi watches every thrust, every clench, every slick, filthy slide, guiding the pace like a conductor who already knows how the final note will land.