Anal Fuck In Front Of Brittany Andrews' Hubby!

Mistress Brittany is a greedy little fireball who needs everything at once, starting with Sage on his knees licking every curve while she straps into her weapon of choice. Sage licks like the place is on fire, tongue flicking, nose buried, worshipping every inch like he’ll get dessert later. When she spins around that fat silicone cock greets him and he slobs it greedily, getting it slick for reasons neither of them is talking about. Out in the lounge sit Don Prince and Justice Nice, already tenting their jeans because they know what’s coming. Brittany struts in, swaying that strap like a warning light, then drops to her knees between them. Sage sneaks in underneath like the eager table they both agreed to. Her mouth attacks Don first, and while her throat flexes the boys barely notice the smaller tongue that keeps fluttering along her jaw line. She wants it fast, filthy, and everywhere. She plants herself on Don, takes Justice in her ass with a quick twist that makes her squeal, then motions Sage to crawl in and slurp whatever spills. Every time her pussy starts creaming around a cock she’ll yank Sage between her thighs and press his mouth exactly where it needs cooling. And yes, his job is strict: lap up first spurt, move before the second one arrives. Don grunts, pulls out, and sprays across the shaved mound Sage’s been starved for. The boy dives like it’s syrup on pancakes, licking, sucking, swallowing until the drip stops. Brittany’s smile is pure menace; she gives Sage a quick kiss, rolls him over, lines her strap with his hole and slides home while Justice rams back inside her from behind. Balls deep, hips slapping hips, another cock slides between her lips for good measure. That mouth doesn’t miss a beat. Justice yanks free at the last possible second and paints her tits in long, sticky ropes. Sage lunges again, mop tongue already working between the furrows of her cleavage, lapping fast enough to catch the ones trickling down. When there’s nothing left, Brittany coos, pats her subby’s head, and shoos the studs out the door with a breezy “same time next week.” She scoops Sage into her arms, lets him nestle against her cooling skin, and purrs like the weekend might last forever.