Don't Tell My Wife I Buttfucked Her Best Friend #08 Scene 3

Justin and Eric go way back. When Eric shows up to shoot hoops, Ryder’s outfit for her mall run knocks the wind out of him. They chat, she feels the breeze, then remembers: nothing underneath. Eric looks uncomfortable, so Ryder decides the polite move is to make the guy feel right at home. She pulls that sundress up over her bare ass, leans on the kitchen island, and tells him to fill the hole she just flashed. Eric doesn’t need a second invite. He spits on his cock, pushes into her tight backdoor, and Ryder moans loud enough to echo. Her big tits bounce with every thrust, nipples brushing the cool granite. Ink across her shoulders flexes while she grinds back, taking him deeper. She reaches behind, spreads her cheeks wider, and Eric slams harder, balls slapping her soaked slit. Ryder twists around, drops to a squat, and swallows his length straight from her ass. Lipstick smears, throat bulges, spit running down her chin onto those heavy tits. She gags, comes up grinning, then spins again for another round of anal. Eric grabs her hips, drives in to the root, and Ryder’s filthy mouth keeps egging him on until he unloads deep inside her ass. She stands, straightens her dress, kisses his cheek like nothing happened, and heads out to meet Justin’s wife.