DP with Angie Angel

My husband brought home a Kazakh partner last month. Contracts on the table, small talk in the living room. He told me to keep the man company while he stepped out to fix a clause. I poured the drinks, we kept it polite—until the silence stretched and I slipped out of my dress. He took his time. Fingers first, then his cock, sliding deep into my ass while my husband’s voice echoed from the hallway. The door opened. I didn’t stop. My husband watched his partner grip my hips and push in harder. After that the papers were signed, and the evening carried on like nothing had changed—except my husband now knew exactly how I entertain his guests.