A Wife's Affair: Part Four

Abigail walks into Ms Summer's house and drops the polite shit. Vanessa's barely shown her the backyard when she shoves her onto the lounge chair. The pool sparkles, the hot tub steams, but the main event is Vanessa's legs spread wide while Abigail gets to work with that hungry tongue, licking like she's starving. Vanessa rides the first orgasm with a satisfied smirk, then yanks Abigail up for a sloppy kiss and dares her to racquetball. Winner licks the loser raw. Challenge accepted. They tear across the court and crash into the glass wall. Vanessa spins Abigail face-first against it, drops to her knees, and buries her tongue in that dripping slit. Every moan bounces off every surface of the mansion like surround sound. Abigail's tits squash flat against the pane while Vanessa doubles down on her swollen clit, relentless until Abi's knees give out. Sun's low by the time they stagger into India's bedroom, bodies slick and greedy. Vanessa spreads on the sheets, and Abigail devours her pussy like she's searching for answers. Tongues everywhere. Legs tangled in wild scissors that grind clits raw. Sixty-nine has them both gasping. When Abigail's phone explodes in rings, Vanessa growls against her soaked folds, refusing to stop. Abi finally answers. Manolo's voice brings the hammer down. Their secret just stepped into the light.