Swing - Episode 1

Josh palms the back of Jizelle’s neck as the stranger’s cock disappears between her lips. He can hear every wet pull she makes, see the way her spit glistens on the shaft each time she drags back. Jizelle’s fingers curl into the hotel sheets; Josh’s other hand slides down her spine, finds the slick heat between her thighs, and sinks two fingers inside her without warning. She shudders, moans around the thick length filling her mouth. The man above her grunts, hips rolling slow, deeper. Josh watches the head of that cock bulge against her cheek and feels his own pulse throb in answer. Jizelle’s cunt squeezes his fingers in tight little spasms; she’s dripping down his wrist. He pulls them out, spreads the wetness over her clit, rubs hard. She jerks, almost gags, recovers, then takes the stranger to the root with a hungry sound that turns Josh’s stomach and stiffens his cock at the same time. Sweat gathers at Jizelle’s temples. She looks up through wet lashes, eyes glassy, and Josh sees the moment the fantasy stops being fun and starts being real.