The Lonely Hot Wife

Tommy arrives looking for her husband. Alexis Fawx answers the door, alone, the kind of blonde whose big tits strain every button. They sit on the couch, voices low, and she cuts straight to it: her husband hasn’t touched her in a year. The words leave her lips, her eyes drop to his crotch, and hunger takes over. She tugs his zipper down, frees the thick cock she’s been missing, and wraps her warm mouth around it like she’s starved. Spit glistens, her tongue swirls, and every wet suck pulls a groan from his chest. Alexis climbs over him, spreads wide, and takes every inch until her heavy tits bounce with the force of each thrust. She rides hard, breath coming in gasps, then drops back to her knees. Tommy paints her parted lips and waiting tongue, and the lonely wife swallows every drop, eyes dark with satisfaction.