A Little Convincing

Crystal, that cocky redhead with tits that just won’t quit, starts sweet-talking Trevor while they kick around why they both keep their doors half-open at home. She leans in, lips brushing his ear, and tells him there’s no shame in getting a little strange now and then. Her hand slides down, pops his fly, and she drops to her knees like it’s nothing. She sucks him deep, tongue swirling, getting him slick and throbbing while she looks up, eyes daring him to admit he wants more. She pulls off just long enough to tease his balls with her tongue, then spins around, spreads her ass, and guides his fingers inside her tight hole. Crystal moans loud, pushes back on those fingers, and keeps the dirty talk flowing—how good it feels to open up, how fucking hot it is to share. She keeps working his cock with her free hand, daring him to picture himself doing this outside his marriage, to let it happen, to own it. Every thrust of her hips, every wet slurp, every filthy word pushes him closer to saying yes.