Brooklyn Kinda Love - Episode 5

Chris can't hold his erection. The moment pressure builds, his cock softens between his fingers. Fran waits in the next room, breath short, her body a live wire ready to snap. Braniff stands at the edge of the bed, thick and waiting. Every second feels stolen. Fran’s thighs quiver. She leans back on her elbows, cunt glistening, and pulls her knees wider. Chris swallows hard, stroking faster, trying to coax himself back to full. Fran’s eyes flick between the two men. She bites her lip until it throbs. Braniff steps closer, cock brushing her inner thigh, heavy and hot. She moans—low, wanting—and reaches for him. Chris watches, humiliated heat crawling up his neck, and his cock twitches, hard again, almost by accident. Fran doesn’t wait. She hooks her heels behind Braniff’s ass and draws him inside with one practiced roll of her hips. He fills her fast. She arches, a sharp cry tearing loose, and the room shrinks to the wet slap of skin, the creak of the mattress, the low growl that rumbles from Braniff’s chest. Chris stands there, fist working, heart hammering, eyes locked on the place where Braniff disappears into his wife again and again.