"Fug," Chase grunted.

Jessie felt warmth hit her wrist, grinning as she turned to see his mostly-erect cock spasming weakly, piddling bursts of cum flying out and landing in the cool puddle already decorating his stomach.

"Good boy," she cooed, stroking until he'd finished.

She brought her hand up to lick it clean again, but then thought better of it and began to wipe it on his chest, thinking that that would be more in line with what was expected. Chase was busy catching his breath and drinking in the sight of his wife being railed in front of him.

After several minutes of guttural noises, Nicole finally fell silent...