Stephanie cleaned the bar, grabbed her purse, and told Mark that her shift was over. Mark looked around the bar, saw no one that knew him, and walked her out. Ten minutes later he opened the door to his apartment, his and his wife’s apartment. As soon as the door closed Stephanie pressed her lips to his. The two made out all the way to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, Hannah’s side of the bed, climbed on top of her and kissed her again.
Meanwhile, in Vegas for her best friend’s bachelorette party, Mark’s wife, Hannah, was getting her pussy assaulted by the stranger she had met just an hour before. Kevin’s cock began to pulse deep inside her, stretching her vaginal walls. With each thrust he smacked her ass harder and harder. Finally, he unhooked the bra strap. Kevin pulled his cock from her pussy and told her to turn around and face him. Kevin stood at the edge of the bed with his cock straight out, parallel to the floor. Hannah slipped off her bra as she crawled, like a cat, from the head to the foot of the bed. She looked at his eight-inch cock smeared with specks of her milky white cream. She took her eyes off the monstrous tool that had given her immense pleasure and looked up at Kevin. Her round eyes rolled up at him in submission. Kevin looked down at her, pointed at his cock and said, “You know what to do.”