"it's not Cheating if My Husband Lets Me" (harley Haze)

Harley Haze sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide as her husband's best friend pounded into her tight pussy. She moaned loudly, feeling every inch of him push deeper inside her. Her husband was asleep in the next room, completely unaware of the dirty deed going on right under his nose.Harley leaned forward, her large breasts swaying with each thrust."Oh fuck, John," she groaned."Fuck me harder."John grunted in response, his muscular arms straining as he held her firmly against the wall. His cock thumped against her cervix, making her gasp."You like that slutty whore?" he growled."Oh God yes," she cried, arching her back. She bit her lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as she continued to stare out the window, lost in thought.