friend of my husband fucked me and he left something behind – candice delaware

The shadows danced across Candice Delaware’s sultry face as she moaned into the critique camera, the ambient lighting just enough to catch glistening beads of sweat rolling down the valley between her ample breasts. She leaned back, propping herself up with muscular arms, and spread her legs wider, showing off her dripping wet pink folds.

“Don’t you just love the taste of pipe, baby?” she purred, looking directly into the lens. “Well, my friend Mark sure did. He fucked me so good, I thought I’d share it with you.”

Candice reached over to the nightstand and picked up her phone, opening the video app. The screen illuminated her seductive smile. She restarted the video and placed the phone on the stand, angling it for the best view before settling back onto the bed and resuming her position.

The footage fizzed to life, filling the room with the heavy sounds of breathy moans, wet smacks, and filthy talk. Candice appeared on screen, legs raised and knees bent, giving a perfect view of her needy hole. Mark, her husband’s best friend, moved between her thighs, his muscled back glistening with sweat as he dipped his head to lap at her dripping slit.

“Mmm, fuck yeah, just like that,” Candice moaned, gyrating her hips against Mark’s face. He visibly gagged on her oversized clit, the bulbous flesh stretching his lips obscenely.

Mark grabbed Candice’s legs, spreading them impossibly wide, allowing the camera an even lewder view. She reached down, pulling at his hair, trying to force his mouth harder against her cunt. “Eat this fucking pussy,” she growled.

Mark complied, sucking hard at her lips, growling into her flesh. “Delicious,” he murmured before diving back in for another broad lap. His tongue dipped inside, thrusting against her tight passage.

Candice whimpered, squirming against his face. “More,” she begged. “I need more.”

In a flash, Mark moved up her body, his heavy cock slapping heavily against her folds. He notched the head at her entrance and shoved forward, burying himself to the hilt.

“Ahh, fuck!” Candice cried out, eyes rolling back. “Yes, fill me up!”

Mark groaned, hips retreating until just the tip remained before snapping forward, spearing her on his thick shaft. Over and over he battered her greedy cunt, his heavy balls slapping her ass with each staggering thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Candice cried, tits bouncing in time with his strokes. “Harder!”

Mark obliged, Hammering into her so forcefully the bed shook. Sweat flew from his body to land on Candice’s heaving form. Her fingers clawed at his back, dragging blood-tinged tracks over his skin.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he grunted. “Milk my cock?”

“Fuck, yes!” Candice shuddered. “Cum in me! Fill me up!”

Mark growled, hips losing rhythm as he fucked her through her orgasm. His balls tightened, spilling thick jets of semen into Candice’s grasping hole. She shivered as she was filled to overflowing with his seed.

Tapping the video, Candice brought it to a standstill, her cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. Leaning forward, she picked up her phone to hold it up, framing her face.

“What a good fuck that was,” she growled. “Husband will be so jealous he missed it.”

She set the phone back down and spread her legs, a smirk playing across her full lips. One finger stroked over her sensitive clit before dipping into her messy hole. Slowly, she pushed the digit in, frowning. Tracing along the shimmering inner wall, she brought it back into view, glimmering with fresh cum.

“What’s this, now?” she smirked. “Looks like my friend’s good boy never learned what a pullout was.”

Leaning in close to the camera, Candice opened her mouth, tongue extended. With a slow, sensual stroke, the fingertip passed over it, leaving a glistening trail of semen.

“Oops, guess I’ll just have tell sweet hubby he knocked me up with the best bred cum I’ve had in ages, right?” she whispered conspiratorially. “Wouldn’t want him to think he could keep me satisfied, now would we?”

Candice winked before getting up, rummaging through a drawer to pull out a dildo, roughly the same shape and size as the one Mark had been packing. Settling back down, she wasted no time running the toy over her spit-slicked folds before plunging it deep inside.

Her body rippled around the penetration as she worked it in and out, icy lights glittering in her eyes. “Action Space” she breathed. “This is for you.”

She rolled onto her back, face relaxed and arms at her side, waiting for the brown banderants to tilt realize their error and stop the presses on their vigilantishi