The Squirting Housewives

Katie Morgan presses right up on that contractor while he talks floor numbers. One month? No way. She grips his belt, drops to her knees on the drop-cloth, and tells him exactly what she’ll do for an immediate start. He’s inside her in minutes—hips slapping the unfinished subfloor—her tight MILF cunt milking every inch until she soaks the plywood with one hard, nasty squirt after another. By the time he’s coated her walls, the crew shows up the next morning.