The Hot Wife Abroad

Ariana Marie stretches on the terrace, a brunette in a sheer white dress that hides nothing. Two men linger by the pool—Freddy Gong and Joss Lescaf—and their stares lock on the sway of her hips. She lifts her phone and rings her husband. “I need them,” she whispers. He says yes, provided the lens stays on her the whole time. She sets the camera on the dresser, hits record, then drops to her knees between them. Freddy fills her mouth first; she licks from base to tip, letting her tongue trace every thick vein. Joss cups her chin, waiting his turn. She switches with a soft pop, then takes both shafts, alternating until spit runs down her chin. The dress comes off. Freddy lies back on the bed; Ariana straddles him, guides his length inside her pussy, and rides until her thighs shake. Joss kneels behind her, spreads her cheeks, and presses slowly into her ass. The two cocks stretch her at once—her back arches, a long moan breaks from her throat. She rocks between them, one cock sliding deep into her heat, the other buried in her tight rear. Her husband watches later, the footage proving she followed every rule.