Fucking Vanessa Vega with Wife's Help

I fucking love sinking my cock balls-deep into Vanessa’s tight pussy, especially when my wife’s right there holding her legs wide open for me. Smooth legs stretched out, Vanessa spread like an all-you-can-eat buffet, twitching just a little when the head pops in. Her pussy’s wet, gripping, this perfect blend of “holy fuck she’s tight” and “thank god she’s soaked.” Every time I push in she squeezes like she’s trying to keep me locked inside her and my wife’s just sitting there, calm as shit, smiling while she makes sure nothing gets in the way of me ruining her girl. The way Vanessa’s moans crack a bit, how her stomach jumps when I bottom out, and my wife holding her ankles steady like she’s done it a hundred times—shit just works. I don’t ease in, don’t warm anyone up. Straight to pounding her deep, the slick sounds obscene while my wife keeps those legs nice and wide, not missing a single jerk of Vanessa’s body around me. Some nights Vanessa’s so stretched by the end I feel her pussy fluttering every damn stroke, clinging to my shaft like she can’t decide if she wants me deeper or mercy. Wife watches, gives this low chuckle that says she likes the show, and keeps those legs parted like it’s her favorite fucking sport.