Mine

She keeps the collar on. Ashley Red doesn't explain and her husband isn't asking. Not tonight. Isiah Maxwell has his hand in her hair and pulls her face down onto him. Hard. She takes all of him, lips stretched around that thick black cock, throat working. The wet sounds fill the room. She gags but doesn't pull away. Her husband watches from the edge of the bed, silent. Ashley moans around the dick in her mouth, hips rocking. Isiah flips her, spreads her thighs, drops his face between them. They trade spit and heat in a filthy sixty-nine. She grinds on his tongue while she chokes him down again. Saliva runs over his balls. She doesn't let up. Neither does he. The collar stays. It glints under the light every time she moves. Her husband doesn't touch. He only watches. Ashley's moans get louder, throat raw, lips swollen. She keeps taking it. Every inch.