Baby...Can He Cum In My Ass?

We’re finally doing it. Me and my wife, Chanel Brooks—yeah, I’m watching her fuck some stranger and loving every filthy second. We hit the club and Jamie Knoxx catches her eye, thick, cocky, perfect. She reels him in like she owns the place, drags him home, and now he’s got his hands all over her—squeezing her tits, smacking her ass while I sit there grinning like I own the show. Chanel gets one look at his fat black dick and her eyes light up. She drops to her knees, wraps her fingers around it, strokes it slow, then opens up and sucks him like she’s starving. When she peels her panties off, she doesn’t even look at me; she just turns, spreads, and lets this guy spear her tight little pussy raw. He pounds hard, hips snapping, each thrust bouncing her tits, and she cums fast, voice cracking. She climbs right back on, sinks down on that meat till her eyes roll, grinding deep until she cums again, thighs shaking. You think that’s it? Chanel looks over her shoulder, calm as you please. “Can he fuck my ass?” My brain shorts out while she’s still asking, then I just watch. Jamie slides that thick slab into her virgin hole; she winces, breathes, pushes back anyway. He goes slow at first, then finds a rhythm—hard and steady—until her groans turn into filthy begging. She even slurps his cock fresh out of her ass, drools on it, lines it up again so he can slam back in deeper. He drills till she’s bucking and shivering, hole stretched around his thickness, and then pumps his load straight up her guts. Now my cute wife’s got a stranger’s cum leaking out of her wrecked ass, and I got the whole messy thing on tape. Enjoy.