Keeley Kennedy

Keeley sat on the edge of the bed in the studio, already wet with anticipation while her husband Seth watched from the side. The big Black performer they had invited stood in front of her, cock already hard and thick as a soda can. “Look how big this is,” she whispered, eyes wide. “I’m so ready to take that big cock.” She dropped to her knees and wrapped both hands around the heavy shaft, sucking the head while looking up at him and then over at Seth. Spit ran down her chin as she took him deeper, gagging a little but never stopping. When she stood he lifted her like a doll, carried her to the bed, and pushed into her tight pussy in one long stroke. Keeley cried out, legs wrapping around him. “Oh my god… I can feel him in my belly button. Your cock feels so fucking good.” He fucked her deep and steady while she kissed her husband, letting Seth play with her feet and suck her toes the entire time. She came hard around the thick cock, squirting and shaking, then begged for more. They switched positions constantly—her on top bouncing hard so Seth could watch every inch disappear, then doggy so the bull could grab her hips and pound her while she moaned about how much bigger it was than anything she had played with before. He made her suck him clean between rounds, then bent her over again and stretched her open until she was a dripping mess. Near the end he pulled out and stroked himself over her open mouth and tits. Thick ropes of cum painted her face, tongue, and chest. Keeley stayed on her knees, licking it up while looking at her husband with pure love and lust. “Thank you for letting me play with him,” she said, voice hoarse. “Now take me home so you can clean my feet and reclaim me.”