Naughty America – Lena Paul gets permission to fuck her husband’s friend
Theirs was a marriage built on love, trust, and a healthy dose of adventure. With her oversized, jiggling breasts and his rock-hard cock always ready for action, Lena Paul and her husband had always had an open relationship. Occasionally, Lena would hook up with one of her husband’s buddies for a night of wild, passionate fucking – and he would get his turn with one of her girlfriends. But one night, things were about to take a naughty and unexpected turn.
“My tits are just too big today,” Lena complained to her husband as she poured another glass of wine. “They barely fit in this sweater. I need something tighter, more form-fitting.”
A sly grin spread across his handsome face. “Why don’t you borrow one from Amilia? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”
Amilia was Lena’s sexy best friend and most frequent fuck buddy. An avid sportswoman with a lean, toned physique, she and Lena made a stunning couple whenever they stepped out together.
“I think I will,” she replied, heading to Amilia’s apartment next door. In truth, she just wanted an excuse to see what her lover was up to – and maybe get a little action on the side.
When she arrived, Amilia opened the door wearing nothing but a form-fitting yoga bra and panties. It was clear she had just finished a workout – her skin glistened with perspiration and her nipples were stiff against the fabric.
“Hey there, beautiful,” Lena purred, eyeing her friend’s body hungrily. “Mind if I borrow that tight sweater of yours? I’m sick of these sucking my tits.”
“Of course, come on in,” Amilia said, stepping aside. Lena sauntered past, making sure to rub her ass against her girlfriend’s crotch as she passed. Amilia let out a little moan, foiling Lena’s subtle plan to gain control.
In the bedroom, Lena peeled off her clothes and pulled on Amilia’s sweater. It was incredibly form-fitting, hugging every curve on her voluptuous body like a second skin and accentuating her huge breasts. “Damn, look at these knocked up titties,” Lena joked, giving herself a squeeze. “They’re just begging to be fucked.”
Amilia chuckled, stepping behind Lena to play with her large mounds, rubbing her hard nipples through the fabric. Lena’s eyelids fluttered and she let out a soft groan.
“What are you doing later tonight?” Lena asked, voice husky with lust. “I was hoping to borrow that big jungle juice of yours for the night.”
By jungle juice, Lena was referring to the huge cock Amilia’s last lover had grown to perfection. Anikki, the black Amazon from Twitter, had passed her mighty magnificence on – and oh, how Amilia had put it to good use!
Amilia smirked, wrapping her arms around Lena’s waist and pulling her closer. “Well, I was hoping to get some new juice in it,” she said, nuzzling Lena’s neck. “But I suppose I could make an exception, being as you’re my best friend and all.”
Lena turned to face her, pressing her thick, pillowy breasts against her girlfriend’s toned chest. “Mmmm, I love it when you treat me special,” she purred, nipping at Amilia’s ear. Her hand slid down to Amilia’s crotch, rubbing the bulge there, feeling it stiffen beneath her touch.
Tonight was going to be fun – Lena could feel it in her bones. She couldn’t wait to unwrap Amilia’s long, girthy black dick and slurp that big jungle juice down her throat. The sooner, the better…
