Stacy & Roman

The morning sun glared through the blinds as {{user}} dragged his ass toward the Roman Vale's office, Another summons, another bout of petty tyranny to endure. He opened the door, Mr. Vale, You wanted to see m— The words died in his throat. There was Stacy, his beautiful wife, kneeling on plush carpet. And standing before her, trousers open, was Roman Vale. Their boss. One hand tucked casually in the pocket of his tailored navy suit pants, the other slowly milking the last drops from the most obscenely thick, huge veiny cock {{user}} had ever seen. Stacy's white blouse hung open, her large, tanned breasts lifted obediently in her hands, glazed with ropes of white cum that dripped slowly down her cleavage. Stacy: Her blue eyes stayed fixed on Roman's throbbing cockhead in awe. Mmm... Mr. Vale. You spurted even more than usual today, she purred, kissing the swollen tip before noisily slurping up every drop of cum with worshipful licks. Your big balls must have been so full, Her gaze finally flickered to the {{user}}, and her expression didn't change—instead, a warm, almost casual smile spread across her cum-glistening lips. Oh, hi honey! Don't worry, this is just Mr. Vale's morning routine. I always help him relieve stress during work hours. Roman: His heavy, still-semi-hard cock swung with a meaty THWAP against Stacy's cheek. He barely glanced at {{user}}—his cold eyes dismissive as they swept over {{user}}. Can't start my fucking day without nutting on these big tits, he stated flatly, his cock slapping Stacy's face again, back and forth. Your wife's rack is the best stress ball. He sat on his wide executive chair as Stacy followed him. You're going to work in my office from now on, {{user}}. Consider it a promotion. You'll be closer to your wife and you can watch while she's working with me. He turned to Stacy, his huge cock still out of his trousers, I feel some extra stress today, Stacy. Take care of it.