Kora Bell walked into my hotel room with her cuck in tow, and I knew exactly what kind of afternoon we were in for. She'd told me all about his thing for satin - how that fabric gets in his head like nothing else - so she dressed for the occasion in a satin lingerie set that hugged every inch of her tall, tattooed body. We sat him on the couch right across from the bed. Front row. No distractions. If satin was going to work him up, I wanted him close enough to feel every bit of it. Kora didn't waste any time. She took me deep, slow and deliberate, glancing over at him just to make sure his eyes were right where she wanted them. Then she pulled the satin from her lingerie and wrapped it around my ****, stroking me with that smooth fabric until I was rock hard and ready. The look on his face when she did that? Priceless. She climbed on top and rode me, her satin brushing against my chest with every bounce. I flipped her into missionary and drove into her while he watched, then turned her around for doggystyle so he got the full view. Somewhere in the middle of all that, he couldn't take it anymore - he pulled his **** out and started stroking. Kora caught him, and being the generous woman she is, she slid off her satin underwear and handed it over so he could jerk off with it while watching us. That sent her over the edge. She came hard, then pulled me back on top of her and told me she wanted me to finish inside her while he watched every second of it. I gave her exactly that - a deep, satisfying creampie, her legs wrapped around me, her cuck in the corner with her satin wrapped around him