Lonely Wife

Richelle Ryan shows up at the spa pissed her husband is always working late. Derrick Pierce tells his sister-in-law to relax, he’s just the masseur and he’s got a job to do. Towel on, professional touch, nothing weird. She strips, lies face-down, and he starts slicking her back with oil. He digs into the knots, comments on how tight she is. His hands slide higher, thumbs working the curve of her ass, and she jerks up, telling him that’s too damn close. They flip her over. She slaps both hands across her massive tits, insisting they stay covered. Derrick grins, tells her to let go and let him work. She does. His palms glide over those heavy breasts, squeezing, circling her nipples, and she melts, eyes shut. That’s when he dips a hand under the towel, gives his own cock a few quick strokes. Next thing she knows he’s got the towel up and his tongue flicking her clit. Richelle gasps, tries to shove him off, but he keeps licking, tells her they both need this. She caves. If her husband never finds out, he can keep eating her. She pulls him around, swallows his thick cock right down to the root, throat working like she’s been dying of thirst. He spins her into 69, tongue buried while she gags and drools. He climbs on top, drives every inch into her soaked pussy, and she cums almost immediately, legs shaking. They flip again and she climbs on for another ride, screaming through a second orgasm. Derrick ends it by pulling out, jerking thick ropes across her tits while she squeezes the last drops from him.