We Invited A Bull To Take My Wife's Ass

Frenchy and Bruce aren't rookies anymore. She's already picked the next bull who makes her knees weak and they both know it. They've crossed paths with Goldey plenty at the clubs, even crashed at the same parties, but tonight the timing feels right. So Bruce invites him home, eyes sparkling like he gets to watch a premiere, and Goldey follows them grinning. Frenchy's been prepping for weeks, working herself open bit by bit because tonight she wants to earn the title "anal slut" for real. Bruce catches every word and keeps whispering filth in her ear: how he needs her to squeal, to shake, to spread for Goldey until her ass finally gives in. She moans at the idea, already soaked. Clothes hit the floor fast. Goldey lines that fat cock at her well-lubed hole and presses. She gasps, bites the pillow, then pushes back until inch after inch slides deep. The burn mixes with the heat swirling in her belly; she feels herself melt. Once he's buried, Bruce moves in, two skilled fingers circling and stroking her slippery clit while Goldey's cock pumps her ass. The double rhythm short-circuits her brain; both holes seize together in one long, messy orgasm. They barely let her catch a breath before the climax comes in waves. Goldey pulls free and shoves his slick dick between her lips. Cum erupts straight down her throat. Frenchy swallows greedily, then locks lips with Bruce, letting the rest trickle into his eager mouth. A sloppy, shared snowball finish for the couple who set the night in motion.