He's on clean-up duty

I was visiting one of my bitches at her place.

Didn’t waste time. The second the door closed I stripped naked, pushed her onto the couch, and started fucking her deep. She was already wet the moment she saw me. I had one of her legs hooked over my arm, pounding her hard, focused only on how tight and greedy her cunt felt around my cock.

I was so into it I didn’t even notice her husband until he was already in the room.

For a second I tensed, ready to fight if he wanted to play hero. But he just stood there staring, then slowly dropped to his knees beside the couch like a good whiteboi. Eyes locked on my thick Black dick stretching his wife open.

I laughed.

Kept fucking her right in front of him. Made sure he got a clear view of every stroke. She was moaning louder now that she knew he was watching. When I finally buried myself to the base and started pumping her full of thick cum, she clenched around me and came hard.

I pulled out slow, a heavy rope of white dripping from her used hole, and stepped back.

“Go on,” I told him. “Do your job.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in and started greedily eating her creampied pussy, tongue working fast, sucking and licking like he was desperate. I stood over them, still half-hard, watching.

“Better get every drop,” I joked. “Unless you want my kid growing in her.”

He knew he couldn’t stop it. My cum was already deep. But he still tried — tongue buried, swallowing everything he could reach, cleaning her like it might actually make a difference.

It wouldn’t.

But it was funny watching him pretend.