Fuck Phoebe as she eats out my wife

I ignore my wife’s request. She can play with her own tits. I need to be buried deep inside this petite Asian and feel her plump ass on my hips. It had been months: my dick needed to feel some pussy.

My wife doesn’t seem to mind. She’s focused on Phoebe’s agile tongue between her legs. I kneel behind Phoebe’s body. Her swaying hips rub against my erection. I bend it down and guide it to her pussy. I push in, and thank god I had just come a couple minutes ago, because I stand no chance inside her. She’s so tight, so wet. She squeezes every inch of me.

I groan, “Oh fuck Phoebe!” I smack her ass. She purrs on my wife’s pussy in approval. I slowly thrust in and out of her, watching my cock stretch her pussy. I engrave this moment in my mind: my hands gripping and spreading her thick ass, her pussy gripping my thick cock as I slowly pull out.

I grab her hips and fuck her harder. Despite getting railed, Phoebe doesn’t lose focus on my wife. She continues to devour her. My wife’s thick body squirms under the ****. She squeezes her soft tits in her hands, pinching their hard nipples. Her face scrunches as she’s overwhelmed in pleasure. She squeals, “Oh fuck oh fuck of fuck oh fuck!”

My cock slams into Phoebe at every exclamation my wife makes. I pound until I’m hopelessly out of breath. My hips clap loudly against her ass. My cock rams as deep as possible inside of her. I couldn’t possibly fuck her any harder. I reach forward and grip Phoebe’s hair. I pull her head up from my wife’s pussy to stop her ****. Phoebe arches back as I pull her hair and fuck her doggy style. Her chin drips my wife’s arousal. She moans and comes from my pounding cock. “Oh Chandler. Yessss!”

I don’t make it to the finish line. I pull out and lay back on the bed exhausted. I didn’t come again, but I don’t care. I’ve wanted to do that to Phoebe since I first saw her in yoga pants ten years ago. I cough and gasp for breath—hoping I don’t die, but thinking it would be a good way to go.

My wife and I lay together panting, totally exhausted. Phoebe crawls between us. She places her head on my shoulder. She says, “That was nice, but I hope you two aren’t done yet.”