Sex Addicts Anonymous: Consequences - A Charlotte Sins Story

Amy and Patti are at each other’s throats again, the argument spilling out to the driveway while Amy’s supposed zen garden crew watches. Nathan and Codey trade nasty grins, grabbing their dicks and whispering filthy comments loud enough for both women to hear. Patti spits that they’ll finish the fight later and tells Amy to ignore the two pigs before she drives off. The morning drags. Amy keeps stealing looks at the workers’ sweat-slicked shoulders and the way their cocks press against their jeans. Old hunger claws its way back. She finally walks over, voice syrup-sweet, and invites them inside. Their eyes lock on her ass like wolves. Inside, the gloves come off. Hands everywhere—squeezing big tits, sliding fingers under lace. Amy plays coy for half a second, then melts when thick fingers push past her soaked panties and curl hard. She’s dripping, thighs shaking as they work her open, the wet squelch loud in the quiet house. One cock replaces fingers, then the other, the men switching fast, pounding her until her legs give and a sharp, messy squirt sprays across the floor. They keep going, Amy on her knees between them, mouth full, mascara running, riding that same greedy streak she thought she buried. Patti’s at work. Or she should be. If she walks in now, the garden isn’t the only thing getting torn up.