Hot Wife

Heather has the house to herself again while her husband travels. At first the calls and her own fingers kept the edge off, yet the silence after each climax started to feel louder every time. One night, after the usual late call, she admitted it plain: she needs real heat between her legs, not just talk. He listened, then told her to find it. So she did. Isis Love walks into Isiah Maxwell’s place in nothing but a short black dress that barely covers her round ass. They waste no time. She drops the dress, tits bouncing free, and sinks straight to her knees. His thick cock slides past her lips, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him wet and deep. Isiah bends her over the back of the couch next, spreading her cheeks wide. Her married pussy grips him tight with every slow, heavy stroke. The slap of skin fills the room while her husband’s name sits on her phone, unanswered. Isis rides him on the floor, big tits bouncing in his face, ass flexing each time she drops her weight onto him. When he finally pulls out, she opens her mouth, tongue out, waiting. Thick ropes land on her lips and tits; she smears it with her fingers and sucks them clean before the next load paints her tongue. She swallows with a smile, dress still at her ankles.