Cheating With My Wife

Melissa Stratton knows exactly what Tommy Pistol needs when the pressure’s on. She drops down and buries his stress between her huge tits before sinking onto his cock, the wet heat of her mouth driving every thought out of his head. She’s soft, slick, relentless—wrapping him in flesh, spit, and pure need. He doesn’t last. She doesn’t want him to. He pins her, spreading those thick cheeks, driving deep, faster, harder until nothing but raw sound fills the room: bodies slapping, breath breaking, her moans filthy and loud. The air feels thick, almost violent, like pleasure could bruise. They fuck like they’re trying to erase the world—skin slick, muscles tight, pleasure turning sharp at the edges.