Perfect Match

Angel slides her fingers along Sasha’s thigh the second the door clicks shut. Sasha is already bare beneath her black dress and the blonde’s hand finds warm, wet skin right away. Mike watches, slow breaths, as his wife sinks two fingers inside the newcomer and pulls them straight back out, glossy, straight to her own mouth. Angel turns, lips parted, and offers the same fingers to him. He sucks them clean before he leans in and kisses Sasha’s mouth, sharing the taste. Sasha drops to her knees on the soft rug. She drags Mike’s zipper down, frees his cock and takes him in one smooth stroke. Spit gathers at the corner of her lips; Angel catches it with her thumb and spreads it across Sasha’s cheek. Mike’s hips roll forward once, twice, until his shaft glistens. He bends Sasha over the low table, palms spreading her ass open. A small, jeweled plug catches the light. He twists it free and sets it aside, then presses the head of his cock to her stretched hole. Angel stays close, one hand steadying Sasha’s hip, the other stroking Mike’s balls as he sinks in. Every thrust pulls a wet sound from Sasha, louder, needier. When he pulls free, Angel takes him straight into her mouth, tasting every inch. No pause, no wipe. She sucks him down until her nose brushes his skin, then guides him back inside Sasha with the same wet cock. Sasha gasps, pushing back to meet him. Angel watches her husband’s length disappear again, her own fingers circling her clit, slow and steady, keeping time with each stroke.