Lana takes charge

Adam is already on the bed.

Naked. Back against the pillows. Cock in his fist, thick, wet from Kyler’s cunt, stroking slow like he knew they were coming.

Lana does not let Kyler stand. She drags her by the hair the last few feet and shoves her face onto him.

“No hands,” she says. “Mouth only. My hand decides how deep.”

Kyler opens. Lana pushes her down onto the head, then the shaft, then into the throat. Kyler gags. Spit spills. Her hands hover and Lana slaps one away.

“I said no hands. Worship it properly this time. Your cunt was gaping on the couch. Now you clean my husband’s cock with your throat.”

She sets a pace with the fist in Kyler’s hair. Down. Hold. Up. Down harder. The wet gluck fills the bedroom. Kyler’s eyes stream. Adam groans and lets Lana use the girl’s mouth on him.

Lana talks to him the whole time, filthy, close, glasses pointed at the stretch of Kyler’s lips.

“Look at her. Gym girl choking on your cock because I put her there. No hands. No control. Just a throat I’m feeding your cock. She came four times on the couch and she still crawled for this. To taste her cunt on yourself. She’s licking it off. She’s swallowing the mess she made. I decide the hole. Right now the hole is her mouth.”

She shoves Kyler deeper. Nose to his stomach. Kyler convulses and does not get to pull off.

“Hold. Good. That’s my husband’s cock buried in a throat that begged for his cunt. She can have the cunt again when I say. Right now she sucks. Drool on your balls. Mascara on your stomach. I want you hard enough to wreck her when I allow it. Don’t you cum yet. This isn’t the finish. This is me reminding her who owns her.”

Kyler moans around him, wrecked, spit stringing from her lip when Lana lifts her an inch and slams her back down.

“Hear that,” Lana says. “She’s thanking you and she can’t talk. Pathetic. Perfect. Fuck her face with my hand if you want. I’ll keep the grip. Use her. She asked to be dominated. The wife is dominating her onto your cock. Deeper.”

Adam’s hips lift. Lana matches him, fucking Kyler’s throat onto him in short, mean strokes. Kyler’s cunt drips on the bed, still open, ignored.

Lana watches his stomach tighten.

Then she yanks.

Kyler comes off his cock with a wet pop, gasping, a rope of spit from her lip to the head. Lana shoves her aside. Kyler hits the mattress on her hip, coughing, empty-mouthed, shaking.

Lana keeps her eyes on Adam’s cock, shining, angry-hard, denied.

“Not in her throat,” she says. “Not again. I want something else.”