Facesitting Tales, Scene #02

Tom Byron sat in his chair like a kicked dog. His boss McLane was railing his teenage wife Jessa every lunch break and Tom found out by walking in on them bent over the boss's desk. When Tom threw the first punch McLane hit him so hard he saw spots. Now he crawls on the bedroom floor. Jessa perches her tight little ass over his mouth and just sits there, bearing down until his lungs burn and he starts clawing at her thighs. She laughs, soft and sweet, then peels off her socks and wiggles her pedicured toes against his tongue, making him lick between each one. She keeps at it until she feels him get hard against his slacks. Then she grabs him, gives that twitchy dick ten merciless strokes and watches it spurt across his own stomach while she smears her foot against his mouth.