Strip Club Cuckold 2

The lights are dying and Cole sits frozen while his girlfriend climbs Draven like she owns him. Sarah’s black hair whips across her shoulders as she sinks down on the stripper’s thick cock and rides him hard right there on the private couch. Her big tits bounce with every thrust. Draven grips her hips and slams up into her, the slap of skin loud in the empty club. When he pulls out glistening, he shoves the wet shaft at Cole’s mouth. “Clean it,” Sarah orders, voice thick with lust. Cole obeys, tasting his girl on another man’s dick. They switch to sixty-nine next—Sarah on her back, throat stretched around Draven while he buries his face between her thighs and licks. Cole watches, cock throbbing untouched. The club’s dark now but the three of them keep going, bodies shifting, mouths and holes trading places, Cole’s humiliation feeding their fire.