Amalia Davis

He was still on the phone when she walked in. “Bro… you want me to sleep with her? That’s the agreement? You fucked up and now she has to take your best friend’s dick?” He hesitated, but finally agreed. It would save the relationship, apparently. She didn’t look mad at all when she arrived. “Do we just start?” she asked. They began with slow kisses that quickly turned hungry. Clothes came off. She dropped to her knees, took his cock into her mouth, and sucked him deep, looking up. “You don’t do that at home with him, do you?” “No… not at home.” He pulled her onto the couch, spread her legs, and slid into her soaked pussy in one thrust. She moaned loud and wrapped her legs around him. “Goddamn… I definitely like this position. You came at the right time.” He fucked her hard and deep, changing angles, pulling her hair, doing all the things she clearly wasn’t getting at home. She came hard around him, shaking, then climbed on top and rode him reverse so he could watch her ass bounce. “Make sure you go home to him with a full story of what we did.” Near the end he flipped her onto all fours and pounded her until he pulled out and came across her back and ass. She stayed there for a moment, still breathing hard, then smiled. “I need my boy to fuck up more often. This is the agreement.”