Wife in restraints shared by husband and buddy / Double Creampie / Sloppy Seconds / Amateur Hotwife
The Clock Strikes Midnight, Mrs. Cox Crawls from the Dungeon – Serenity’s Saucy Secret
Serenity Cox sashayed down the dimly lit staircase, her hips swaying seductively with every heavy step. The straight-laced Englishwoman exuded a tantalizing aura that was fairly out of character for the prim and proper_OF_23_pos_serenaity-cox-web narrowly gotta_her housewife persona she had meticulously crafted. Under the veil of darkness, Serenity’s inexperienced eyes glittered mischievously as she strode in the direction of the locked picket door on the finish of the lengthy lobby.
As she silently turned the vintage key and brushed previous the brink, a chill crept up her backbone, the brisk draft from the dungeon under smelling vaguely of sweat, intercourse and a heady mixture of cologne and arousal. She breathed in deeply, letting the scent saturate her senses earlier than her Manolo Blahnik pump clicked on the stone steps.
Serenity descended the spiralling staircase slowly, one measured step at a time, savoring the anticipation mounting inside her core. At the underside of the steps, she was greeted by a most fascinating sight. Her husband, Reginald, and his finest mate, Jonathan, awaited her facet by facet, fully nude from the waist down, thick manhoods semi-erect in full show. The leather-based restraints dangled from the ceiling behind them, swinging flippantly within the damp air.
“Evening, boys,” Serenity purred, capturing every pair of eyes with a smouldering gaze of her personal. “Are we ready to play?”
“Yes ma’am,” they responded in unison, their voices low and husky with need.
Serenity licked her full lips, drawing their eyes to her crimson slicked mouth. “Mmm, such obedience should be rewarded. Jonathan, I believe you go first tonight.”
Her husband’s buddy grinned devilishly, laddering the final of his belt and kicking off his chinos. He peeled off his shirt, revealing a rippling set of abs that he had cultivated with hours spent within the health club. Serenity eye-fucked him overtly, her tongue darting out to moist her lips as soon as extra.
Jonathan sauntered as much as her, draping an arm round her slim waist to tug their hips flush collectively. His half-mast erection throbbed towards her stomach, quickly rising tougher by the second at her contact. “You’re looking deliciously sinful tonight, Serenity. I’ve missed that mouth of yours.”
Serenity smirked, reaching right down to wrap slim fingers round his rising shaft. She pumped him languidly, pinching the engorged head as a thick bead of pre-cum started to ooze from the slit. “And I’ve missed choking on that fat cock of yours, darling. Shall we?”
Jonathan satisfactorily grunted, hoisting Serenity up and main her again to one of many leather-based X-shaped crosses. He swiftly certain her wrists and ankles, permitting her arms to hold precariously above her head whereas spreading her thighs at shoulder-width aside. She rested her cheek towards the cool vanilla leather-based, adjusting her hips in anticipation of what was to come back.
Slowly, methodically, Jonathan sank to his knees earlier than her open pussy, wiggling his nostril towards her clothed mound teasingly. “Fuck, I love this hairless cunt of yours. It drives me wild.”
