Everything She Wants

Natty keeps her eyes on Toby while she eases one full breast out of her blouse. Legs crossed, hips tilting forward, she waits until he’s hard before she even parts her lips. The second his zipper comes down she takes him deep, tongue flat, saliva already gleaming on his shaft. Toby feeds her slow, then faster, gripping the arm of the leather chair. Natty’s throat works around every inch until he pulls out and finishes across her tits and chin. Moments later her husband arrives, and she smiles up at him, cum still warm on her skin, Toby’s scent still on her breath.