Mi Casa Es Su Casa

Marcus and Claire are fucked—literally and financially. They just lost their place, so their old college prof Frank offers his spare room. Feels weird asking, but they’ve got nowhere else to go. They promise they’ll be back on their feet fast. Frank just shrugs, says it’s only a bump in the road and that mi casa is theirs. First few nights, he keeps catching them naked. Door’s open, he strolls in, acts like it’s nothing. They start getting used to it—still fucking while he grabs socks from the drawer. No big deal. Then Frank walks in while Marcus has Claire bent over the couch. He drops onto the cushions, clicks on the game, and tells them to keep going. So they do. Claire’s moaning, Marcus is pounding, and Frank’s right there sipping a beer. After a minute he casually asks if he can join. They trade a quick look, shrug, then Marcus steps back so Frank can slide in. Claire’s on her knees, mouth around the new cock, while Marcus stays buried from behind. Frank’s hands roam her tits—natural handfuls that bounce every time Marcus thrusts. She switches between both dicks like she was born for it, then ends up on her back taking turns until the room smells like sweat and cum. Frank came through with the couch; they pay him back the best way they know.