Bethany Benz And Sexy Ebony – Husband Fucks In Fornt Of His Cuckquean Wife

Bethany Benz and Sexy Ebony: A Cuckquean’s Knickers Get Wet

The day had finally arrived. Bethany had been fantasizing about this moment for months, ever since her husband Josh revealed his secret desire to watch her with another woman. And not just any woman, but sexy ebony goddess Jasmine, who lived across the street. Bethany had always admired Jasmine’s curvy figure and cocky attitude from afar, never dreaming she’d get the chance to worship her tight chocolate body up close.

As Josh’s hands roamed Bethany’s pale curves, she trembled with anticipation. He was already fully naked, his cock hard and ready. But Bethany had a special surprise in store first. Slowly she slid off the bed, crawling to the door on hands and knees. She could hear Jasmine’s Louboutin heels clicking down the hallway outside. The door handle turned, and there she was – all five and a half feet of flawless mocha skin and wide hips. Jasmine’s lips curled in a smirking through her indecent plump lips as her eyes raked over Bethany kneeling submissively at her feet.

“Mmm, cute little white girl,” Jasmine purred. “You ready to be our plaything, sweetie? Gonna make you soak them panties.”

Bethany whimpered in needy assent, heart racing at the intimidating confidence radiating from Jasmine. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Jasmine reached out to snatch off the pasties Bethany had been wearing to cover her pink nipples. Bethany gasped as cool air met her chest. Jasmine cupped and weighed her tits, thumbs circling the hardening nubs.

“Now, let’s get these pajamas off,” Jasmine ordered. “Strip for me, bitch. Nice and slow.”

Josh watched with a raging boner as Bethany swayed and gyrated, slowly divesting herself of the silky layers until she was bare and trembling, cheeks flushed with arousal and humiliation. She knelt again in front of Jasmine, who smiled viciously.

“Boys, I think the white girl needs to be gagged. Whatta y’all think?”

“Yes, Mistress Jasmine!” Josh said quickly. Bethany’s eyes widened but she nodded eagerly, eager to submit.

Jasmine grabbed the silk bindings from the bed and efficiently tied them behind Bethany’s head, gagging her with her own panies. Bethany drooled slightly as the musky taste of her own arousal filled her mouth.

“Good girl,” Jasmine praised. “Now, open. I’m hungry.”

Bethany complied eagerly, mouth opening wide. Jasmine roughly shoved two fingers inside, fingers pumping in and out.

“That’s it, suck ’em. Get ’em nice and wet ’cause they going in your other tight little hole next.”

Bethany moaned, gag more muffling her noises. Her pussy clenched, soaking her thighs. Josh sat back, stroking himself, as Jasmine fucked Bethany’s face.

After tormenting Bethany for a few minutes, Jasmine withdrew her spit-soaked fingers. She grabbed the bottle of lube and coated them generously. Spreading Bethany’s ass cheeks wide with her other hand, Jasmine circled Bethany’s tight pink hole.

Bethany whined at the new, invasive touch. Josh focused on Jasmine’s hands working between his wife’s cheeks as Jasmine slapped her own dick hard against her tits, leaving lash marks. Bethany jolted, stuffed roughly full. The merciless pistoning sent new sensations through Bethany’s ass as Jasmine took her roughly.

“That’s it bitch, take this cock, ” Jasmine growled “Gonna make you fall in love with a different dick.”

Bethany only moaned around the pantygag. Her voluptuous tits jiggled, the taut points of her pink nipples taunting Josh. His eyes were glued, hands white-knuckled on his cock.

Jasmine gripped Bethany’s hips tightly, slapping her ass hard and relishing the cries muffled by her panties. The erotic pain made Bethany twitch and moan, her own sensitive clit throbbing almost too hard to bear. Josh watched hungrily, hands forgotten, the sight of his wife bent over for another woman impossibly arousing.

“Mm fuck bitch, ’bout to cum all over this booty,” Jasmine rasped. Fuck you stupid. Gonna flood this shitter…” Unleashing wolfish yell, Jasmine hammered Bethany’s ass. Her pussy spasmed as the first splash of cum met her entrance. Jasmine ground heavily, fulfilling her promise and pumping the fuck fluid deep in Bethany. Then Jasmine pulled out, letting the remaining jizz drool obscenely from Bethany’s gaping hole.

Presenting the evidence, Jasmine flipped up Bethany’s hair and snorted. “That’s right slut, I owned your ass. You screaming my name all night now, fuckin’ remember.”

She then pulled out her finger dripping with approving approval. Wiping it off on Bethany’s sobbing mess of a face, Jasmine stood and gave both Bethany and Josh a dismissive titty wave.

“Think bout me fuckers.”

Bethany awoke slowly, mind fuzzy, body so full. She felt used, abused, and utterly fucking alive. Josh was still beside her, asleep. As his hand found her hip, she gasped. And knew Jasmine’s work was far from done. The morning just began – and Bethany couldn’t wait to see what Jasmine had cooking next.