Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Lana used to resent the long nights her husband spent at work. That changed the afternoon Dredd arrived. She met him with nothing on under a silk robe. He slid it off her shoulders and bent her over the kitchen island. She gasped when his tongue circled her rim, then opened wider when he pushed deeper. He kept her there until she begged for his cock. He gave it to her, stretching her ass in steady strokes that left her shaking. When he pulled out, she dropped to her knees and took him straight into her mouth, sucking him clean. Later he lay back so she could lick and suck his heavy balls while stroking his shaft. Every time he hardened again she climbed on, riding him until he filled her other hole. Round after round, she never pulled away. She came harder each time, slick thighs, raw breath, greedy for the next thrust. She used to wait for the weekend. Now the only thing that matters is how deep Dredd fucks her before the day ends.