Wanda

He's already hard when she walks in. Cock thick and ready, balls heavy with two days' worth built up. She notices the wet spot on his briefs before she even gets her heels off. "Been thinking about my pussy all morning?" she smirks, peeling her thong down her thighs. Her ass jiggles when she steps out of it. She spreads on the bed, knees wide, and starts fingering herself slow and deep. He watches her get wetter, hears that juicy sound her cunt makes. Then she's on all fours, pushing back onto his cock like she owns it. They fuck like they're trying to break the bed, his balls slapping her clit with every thrust. She comes first, cunt clenching around him so tight he has to grab the headboard. He flips her over and pounds her missionary, thumb on her clit until she shakes again. When he finally blows his load, it's a long, thick rope that paints her tits and belly, some even hitting her throat. She rubs it in while he catches his breath, licking her fingers clean with a grin. Round two starts before he's even gone soft.