A Gift From My Wife - S37:E27

Jazmin wants Rachel all to herself and she's figured the best way is to share the goods. She tells her boyfriend straight up—yesterday, matter of fact— she wants to bring Rachel in and watch him wreck both of them. Rachel’s downstairs pretending she’s just over for drinks, but the look in her eyes says she knows exactly why that couch is suddenly feeling expensive. Jazmin’s hand slides right between Rachel’s thighs before they even finish their first round, no teasing, just a flat palm rubbing her through her shorts till she’s damp and twitching. "Fuck, her pussy’s getting wet already," Jazmin laughs, proud, and peels the shorts down quick as zipper, folds of slick pink slipping out right into her boyfriend’s lap. He doesn’t stall—grabs Rachel’s hips, yanks her down onto his cock, fills her in one deep, grinding stroke. Jazmin climbs the back of the couch so Rachel’s mouth lands on her, sucking and licking like she’s paid to shut up and she did. Cock pounding wet and messy, Rachel splatters on every thrust, sounds slick and filthy. Jazmin just smirks, rocks her hips, holds Rachel’s head exactly where she wants it, like her best friend was always supposed to be between her legs while her boyfriend owns the both of them, no matter how loud the neighbors get.