Open Ocean

Brandi finds herself alone again. Her husband keeps disappearing, leaving her with needs he refuses to handle from another time zone. So when Jax steps into her view, tall, dark, the shape of him already pressing hard against his slacks, she decides boredom is a problem he can fix. She leans back, blouse open, tits heavy in the afternoon light, and watches him drop to his knees. He buries his face between them, tongue dragging over warm skin before he sucks a nipple deep and slow. Brandi’s fingers rake the back of his neck. She pulls him up, drops his pants, and takes that thick cock straight down her throat, eyes locked on his while spit runs down her chin. He lets her fuck her own face for a while, then lifts her, bends her over the glass table, and slides every inch in at once. She takes it all, hips jerking back to meet him. When he pulls out to paint her tits, Brandi drags a finger through the mess and licks it clean, smiling up at him like she already knows round two will start before her husband even lands.