Housewife's Backdoor Delivery

Jayden Marcos rings the doorbell with a package under his arm. The door cracks open and Pristine Edge fills the frame, barely dressed, eyeing him like she’s already pictured the rest. She reaches for the clipboard but pauses, reading his name aloud. Turns out she’s the mother of a kid he sat next to in chemistry. “Look at you,” she says, half smile, half hunger. “All grown up.” She leans in to sign and the pen clicks empty. She sighs, tells him to step inside while she grabs another. He watches the sway of her ass as she disappears down the hall. When she returns the top button’s gone, open blouse flashing black lace and the swell of her tits. “This feels wrong,” Jayden mutters. Pristine steps close enough that he smells her perfume. “I just want to be seen for once,” she says, voice low. “My husband looks right through me.” She turns, pulls the fabric aside, and lets him stare at the smooth curve of her ass. Jayden’s tongue wets his lip before he even thinks about it. In the next breath she’s on her knees, his cock between her tits, then straddling his face, grinding until his mouth is slick. When she tells him what she really wants, he climbs on top and slides straight into her ass, hips snapping, her moans sharp and greedy. She rides, he thrusts, and every room in the house learns the sound of an eager young cock claiming the older body it was never supposed to touch.