Witness Protection - part 1

Angelina never signed up for this kind of protection. Agent Bailey skips the safehouse and drives her straight to his own place. His wife Jennifer is waiting in lingerie, ready to greet him with open thighs. The moment she sees another woman in his arms, her smile drops. Jennifer stares, Agent Bailey explains in clipped sentences. Angelina stands frozen in the doorway. Then Jennifer’s eyes narrow with something like curiosity. She steps closer, studies Angelina’s face, and without a word presses two fingers to the girl’s lips. Angelina doesn’t pull away. Jennifer’s other hand slips down to her husband’s belt. She tugs it open, drops to her knees, and takes him in her mouth right there in the hall. Angelina watches. Jennifer reaches up, pulls Angelina down beside her. Two tongues meet on his cock, sliding, trading places, wet and hungry. Jennifer guides Angelina’s head, shows her the rhythm. Angelina learns fast. Her black hair brushes Jennifer’s cheek each time they switch. They work him together until his breath turns ragged, until Jennifer stands, leads them both to the bedroom, and the night stops being about protection and starts being about three bodies learning each other’s edges.