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Husbands Teach Wives How To Take Dick #01 - Spencer Bradley, Mason Lear & Ricky Larkin
Spencer looked like someone cancelled Christmas when Mason said he had to jet out for another corporate training gig. She smiled sweetly, wished him a safe flight, told him to call the second he landed. Mason promised, planted a kiss on her, and out the door he went. The second it shut, though, Spencer lit up like a kid with the keys to the candy store. Out came her phone, finger already tapping Ricky's name. "Babe's gone all weekend," she whispered, grinning ear to ear. "Get your ass over here." Ricky didn't need directions twice. He walked in, grabbed Spencer like he owned the place, tongue first, then scooped her up like groceries and tossed her on the couch. He buried his face between her legs, tongue working overtime until she squirmed, then slid inside and started pounding. The headboard was singing. Then the front door clicked. Mason stood there, suitcase in hand, jaw hanging. Flight canceled. The silence stretched for about three seconds until Ricky and Mason locked eyes and recognition hit like a punchline. Turns out Mason had paid Ricky to bark orders at him in the gym more times than he could count. "Well this just got interesting," Ricky said, grinning. Spencer glanced between them, eyes wide, then wicked. A threesome idea floated out and nobody shot it down. Clothes hit the floor. The two guys traded turns driving into her, and when they weren't inside Spencer they were swapping spit like horny teenagers. She and Mason knelt side by side to lick Ricky together, then Spencer climbed onto Mason's cock while Ricky slid into Mason from behind. Everyone moaning, everyone grinning, nobody checking flight times. Best canceled flight of Mason's life.
Spencer looked like someone cancelled Christmas when Mason said he had to jet out for another corporate training gig. She smiled sweetly, wished him a safe flight, told him to call the second he landed. Mason promised, planted a kiss on her, and out the door he went. The second it shut, though, Spencer lit up like a kid with the keys to the candy store. Out came her phone, finger already tapping Ricky's name. "Babe's gone all weekend," she whispered, grinning ear to ear. "Get your ass over here." Ricky didn't need directions twice. He walked in, grabbed Spencer like he owned the place, tongue first, then scooped her up like groceries and tossed her on the couch. He buried his face between her legs, tongue working overtime until she squirmed, then slid inside and started pounding. The headboard was singing. Then the front door clicked. Mason stood there, suitcase in hand, jaw hanging. Flight canceled. The silence stretched for about three seconds until Ricky and Mason locked eyes and recognition hit like a punchline. Turns out Mason had paid Ricky to bark orders at him in the gym more times than he could count. "Well this just got interesting," Ricky said, grinning. Spencer glanced between them, eyes wide, then wicked. A threesome idea floated out and nobody shot it down. Clothes hit the floor. The two guys traded turns driving into her, and when they weren't inside Spencer they were swapping spit like horny teenagers. She and Mason knelt side by side to lick Ricky together, then Spencer climbed onto Mason's cock while Ricky slid into Mason from behind. Everyone moaning, everyone grinning, nobody checking flight times. Best canceled flight of Mason's life.