Satisfying Both Of Their Urges

Ember Snow and her husband Will Pounder sat with their therapist Liv Revamped week after week. Ember burned every time Will eyed another woman's curves. Will stewed whenever Ember confessed she craved pussy. They finally crashed straight into a solution last Tuesday — a dirty, no-holds-barred threesome — and announced they wanted that trio in Liv's own office, right on her couch. Liv blushed, stammered, nearly shoved them out, but Will had her wet already, and Ember's playful smirk finished the job. Off came the buttons, the underwear snapped away. Liv spread wide, knees dangling over the armrest. Ember buried her tongue deep, jaw glistening with Liv's slick need. Liv moaned like a slut on duty while Ember flicked her little pearl in frantic circles, saliva shining on dusky folds. Behind Ember, Will drove his thick cock right into his wife's tight slit. Every thrust of his hips pushed Ember's face harder into Liv's dripping cunt. Their wet pants, the smack of flesh, Liv's guttural whimper — all filled the framed degree on the wall. Closer, faster, rougher until the wet crack split through every fiber. Will grabbed Ember's ass, pounded out streams of come that leaked down trembling thighs. Liv squeezed Ember's hair, shuddered hard, cooed long and proud about clients she'd never forget, twisted pantyhose around her ankle all over again.