Yes

“Yes,” Kyler says. Her voice is wrecked. Adam's cum is still on her tongue. “I’ve earned it.”

Lana does not move.

“Earned isn’t the same as given,” she says. “Beg. You want my husband’s cock in your cunt, you ask like a girl who just swallowed him and still isn’t full.”

Kyler looks up from the rug. Spit on her chin. Mascara ruined.

“Please. Please let him fuck me. I worshipped it. I took his cum. I need it inside me. Please, I want your husband’s cock in my cunt. I’ll do whatever you say. Please let him put it in.”

“Again.”

“Please. I’m dripping. I can still taste him. I want him to stretch me. Please let your husband fuck me.”

Lana looks at Adam, then back at her.

“Stand up and start stripping. Do a show for my husband. He sits. You perform.”

Adam sits on the couch. Lana sits beside him, thigh against his. Kyler gets to her feet, shaky, and starts.

The dress first. Slow, because Lana told her it was a show. She turns. She peels it up over her hips, over her tits, over her head.

Bra next. She unhooks it facing them and lets her tits fall, nipples tight.

Panties last. She hooks them, turns, bends a little, and draws them down. Her cunt is wet. The shine is obvious when she steps out of them and faces the couch naked.

Lana talks the whole time, filthy, wifely, feeding the recording.

“Look at her, baby. Gym girl doing a strip because I said she hadn’t earned the right yet. Tits out. Cunt already wet from sucking you. She begged twice and I still made her dance. I decide when the cock goes in. She just gets naked and hopes.”

Kyler’s face is burning. She keeps moving.

“Turn,” Lana says. “Slower. Let him see the ass he’s going to hold. Good. Now get on his lap. You don’t sit on the cock. You rub your needy cunt against it.”

Kyler climbs over Adam’s lap. Naked. His cock is out, still wet from her throat, hard again against his stomach. She rolls her hips. Her cunt drags over the shaft. Not taking it. Sliding. Wet. The head catches her clit and she gasps.

Lana’s hand rests on Adam’s thigh, close to the show, not in it.

“That’s it. Rub my husband’s cock with that soaked pussy. Don’t you dare put it in. Feel the thickness. Feel what you swallowed. Now it’s against your cunt and you still don’t get to sit down on it. Grind on it. Let him feel how badly you want it.”

Kyler rolls her hips harder. Slick sound. She is shaking.

“Please,” she says, to Lana, not to him. “Please let him fuck me. I can’t— I’m rubbing on it and I need it inside. Please. I’ve earned it. Please allow your husband to put his cock in me. I’ll take it however he wants. Please.”

Lana leans in. Her mouth is at Adam’s ear. The glasses still face Kyler’s body, the grind, the wet shine on his cock.

“She’s earned it,” Lana whispers. “You should fuck her now.”