Please Fuck My Wife While My Prostate Is Milked!

Dylan needs dick the way some people need air. Lance, her husband, just doesn’t measure up. They’re at dinner when she spots the hot couple behind them and floats the idea of taking them home. Lance shuts her down fast. Hours later the same pair—Christian and Madeline—are at Dylan’s place and they’ve all decided Lance is tonight’s entertainment. He’s on his knees, eyes locked on Christian’s thick cock sliding into his wife while Madeline snaps a cage around his own dick. The key vanishes. With the cage locked, Madeline’s fingers find his prostate and work it like she’s trying to empty him from the inside. Lance tries to argue, but every stroke drags another spurt of cum out of him; the first load drools through the bars, the second follows right after, thick and helpless. Christian doesn’t even pause. He keeps pounding Dylan while Lance watches, gagged on his own denial, cock twitching uselessly in steel. Madeline laughs low and keeps milking. Lance keeps coming. He can lie all he wants; that ruined load tells the truth.