Khloe and Jack were already deep in a porn binge when Skylo knocked. Jack waited until his buddy hit the john, then leaned in and told his wife to jerk Skylo off. Khloe stared like he’d lost his mind, but Jack promised no touching from the other guy. When Skylo came back, Khloe disappeared and returned in nothing but a towel, baby oil shining in her grip. She told Skylo to drop his pants and sit. The moment his cock was out she slicked her fist and started stroking, slow at first, then tighter, faster, letting the wet sound fill the room while Jack watched, hard as stone. Skylo’s head rolled back. Khloe’s small natural tits bounced with every pump, nipples stiff from the thrill. She edged him close, backed off, edged him again, owning every twitch. Then she climbed onto the couch, knees spread, and started fingering herself with her free hand, blonde hair falling over her face as she got herself off to the sight of that throbbing dick in her grip. Jack stroked himself in time, breath rough. Skylo tried to keep his hands to himself, but the tension snapped when Khloe leaned forward, lips inches from his tip, and whispered something filthy. The plan cracked wide open right there, and nobody seemed sorry about it.
Khloe and Jack were already deep in a porn binge when Skylo knocked. Jack waited until his buddy hit the john, then leaned in and told his wife to jerk Skylo off. Khloe stared like he’d lost his mind, but Jack promised no touching from the other guy. When Skylo came back, Khloe disappeared and returned in nothing but a towel, baby oil shining in her grip. She told Skylo to drop his pants and sit. The moment his cock was out she slicked her fist and started stroking, slow at first, then tighter, faster, letting the wet sound fill the room while Jack watched, hard as stone. Skylo’s head rolled back. Khloe’s small natural tits bounced with every pump, nipples stiff from the thrill. She edged him close, backed off, edged him again, owning every twitch. Then she climbed onto the couch, knees spread, and started fingering herself with her free hand, blonde hair falling over her face as she got herself off to the sight of that throbbing dick in her grip. Jack stroked himself in time, breath rough. Skylo tried to keep his hands to himself, but the tension snapped when Khloe leaned forward, lips inches from his tip, and whispered something filthy. The plan cracked wide open right there, and nobody seemed sorry about it.
