The moment the front door closed behind them, Jessica knew tonight was going to be different.
She stood in the middle of their dimly lit living room in a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body — full breasts, narrow waist, round ass that filled the fabric perfectly. Her long blonde hair fell in soft waves down her back. She had worn the dress on purpose. She had worn the matching black lace lingerie underneath on purpose. And she had invited him over on purpose.
Marcus, her husband, sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand, already half-hard just from watching her. Across from him stood Dylan — tall, broad-shouldered, dark-eyed, the kind of man who looked like he knew exactly how to ruin a woman and make her thank him for it.
Jessica’s heart was racing. Not from nerves. From pure, filthy anticipation.
Dylan didn’t waste time with small talk. He walked straight up to her, eyes dragging slowly over her body like he already owned it. His hands landed on her waist first — firm, possessive — then slid down to squeeze her ass through the tight dress. He gripped both cheeks hard, pulling her against him so she could feel the thick bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Your husband wasn’t lying. This ass is perfect.”
Marcus shifted on the couch, eyes locked on them, cock visibly straining against his pants. He didn’t say a word. He just watched.
Dylan’s hands moved higher. He cupped Jessica’s heavy breasts through the dress, squeezing them roughly, thumbs brushing over her already-hard nipples. She bit her lip and pushed her chest into his palms. He smirked, then reached behind her and slowly unzipped the dress.
The black fabric slid down her body and pooled at her feet.
Jessica stood there in nothing but a tiny black lace bra and matching thong. Her full tits nearly spilled out of the bra. The thong disappeared between her round ass cheeks. Dylan’s eyes darkened with pure hunger.
He reached around and unclasped her bra with one hand. Her breasts spilled free — soft, heavy, pink-tipped. He immediately grabbed them, squeezing hard, lifting them, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she moaned. Then he bent down and sucked one into his mouth, biting gently, while his other hand slid down her stomach and into the front of her thong.
His fingers found her pussy already soaked.
“Jesus Christ,” Dylan growled against her breast. “You’re dripping and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
He dropped to his knees right there in front of her. Marcus leaned forward on the couch, breathing harder. Dylan hooked his fingers into the sides of Jessica’s thong and slowly peeled it down her long legs. When the wet lace hit the floor, he spread her soft thighs with both hands and stared at her bare, glistening cunt.
Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit in one long, slow lick.
Jessica’s head fell back with a loud moan.
Dylan didn’t stop. He spread her pussy lips open with his thumbs and started eating her like he was starving — long, wet strokes, sucking on her clit, pushing his tongue deep inside her. The wet sounds of him licking filled the quiet room. Jessica’s fingers tangled in his hair as her hips rolled against his mouth.
After a minute he spun her around, bent her forward so her hands rested on the coffee table, and spread her ass cheeks wide open with both hands. Marcus had a perfect view of everything.
Dylan’s tongue dragged slowly over her tight asshole.
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