Quickie with the waiter

Rhylee Richards never stops wanting cock. Every day, every meal, every waiter. Tonight her husband took her out, same restaurant, same routine—until the new guy arrived. Tall, dark, broad hands. He asked for their order and Rhylee decided her pussy would order first. She squeezed her husband’s thigh, told him she had to pee, and slid away. The ladies’ room was empty when she got there, but the waiter followed two steps behind. Door locked. No small talk. She yanked his black trousers open, pulled out a thick, hot cock already hard from the look she’d given him at the table. Blonde hair falling over her face, she dropped to her knees and swallowed him in one smooth, wet stroke. Big tits pressed against his thighs, she bobbed fast—hungry, messy, spit dripping down his balls. He gripped her hair, thrust once, twice, then hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the sink. Short black dress shoved to her waist, thong ripped aside. He drove straight into her soaked cunt, deep and hard, no warning. She came almost instantly, walls clutching him like she’d been starving for it. They fucked quick and filthy—her moans echoing off the tile, his hips slapping her ass. When he was close he buried himself to the hilt and emptied inside her, thick spurts flooding her pussy until it leaked down her thighs. She straightened her dress, kissed his jaw, and strolled back to her husband with another man’s cum sliding out of her.