Rita's POV

Hilton didn’t give me time to catch my breath.

He stayed buried deep inside my dripping pussy, grinding slow, deliberate circles that kept every sensitive nerve singing. My walls still fluttered around his thick shaft, milking him from the intense aftershocks of my first orgasm. Vincent sat only a few feet away in the chair, the phone held steady in his trembling hands, his own cock straining painfully against his pants as he filmed every slick inch of his best friend stretching his wife.

“Turn over,” Hilton commanded, his voice low and rough with lust. He pulled out with a wet sound, leaving me empty and aching. I...