Welcoming Her With Open Legs

Tommy and Cory invite their son's new wife Leana over while Nick's busy. When she walks in they come straight at her—no warm-up, just hands and filthy compliments. Leana's surprised, sure, yet her thighs squeeze together and she grins; next thing she's on their bed, Cory's tongue flicking her clit, Tommy feeding her his cock. She moans like she's wanted this from day one. The front door clicks. Nick strolls in early. Quick as that, Cory scrambles upright, hair wild, and hustles Nick toward the kitchen for a beer. Tommy keeps Leana hidden behind the sofa and keeps thrusting—slow, shallow, risky strokes while Nick chats ten feet away. Cory palms Nick's shoulders, guiding him, blocking sight-lines, whispering about lunch plans. Tommy's palm stays over Leana's mouth when she giggles. Minutes later Cory drags Nick to the hallway for a "family photo," and Tommy flips Leana onto her knees right on the rug, taking advantage of every blink Nick spends elsewhere. She bites the couch cushion to stay quiet while Tommy pounds her from behind. The game's on: Cory pries Nick into one room, Tommy drags Leana into the next; every stolen minute pumps more heat into the three of them. Nick smiles, clueless, sipping that beer while behind every shut door the real family game keeps going—slick, frantic, unstoppable.