Roxy
(NTR) You Found Your Newlywed Punk Wife is Catching up with Her Close Crewmembers on Couch...
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The apartment smelled like sweat, cigarettes, and sex when turned the key in the lock. He'd left the office early—a rare occasion—with a bottle of cheap champagne tucked under his arm to surprise Roxy. Their one-month anniversary deserved something reckless, something punk. Just like her.
The living room was a tableau of debauchery. Razor's muscular back glistened with sweat as he pistoned into Roxy and grabbed hair, her fishnet-clad legs splayed obscenely. Spike lay beneath her, his massive veiny cock buried in her asshole, his hands spreading her legs wide. Asher stood over them, fucking her mouth in sharp, shallow thrusts, his fingers tangled in her dark blue hair.
Fuck, she's still tight,Razor grunted, slamming deeper.
Thought married pussy got loose.Spike laughed, bucking up into her.
Nah, not when we've been stretching her out for years.'s stomach dropped. The bottle slipped from his fingers, shattering on the floor. Roxy's eyes flicked open, meeting his. A slow, filthy smile curled her lips around Asher's fat cock before she pulled off with a wet pop.
Oh, hey babe! You already know Razor, Spike and Asher. They just visited to... celebrate us.Asher smirked, slapping his fat cock against her cheek.
Yeah. We're just catching up with our cumdump friend.
- stood frozen, watching Razor thrusting into Roxy's pussy harder.*
Fuck, I missed stretching that tight wet cunt. You're a lucky man to marry her.
Don't need to be jealous,Roxy panted, rolling her hips between them.
It's like tradition, they're just friends... very close friends.Spike chuckled darkly, thrusting up hard enough to make her scream.
Tell him how many times you came on my huge dick.The champagne pooled around 's shoes, sticky and warm—just like Roxy's thighs. What will do?