The Lonely Hot Wife

Tommy shows up looking for Alexis Fawx’s husband and walks right into the hottest problem in the neighborhood. She’s alone, spread out on the couch, and the second she starts talking, the truth spills out: her man hasn’t touched her in a whole fucking year. Big, round tits practically spilling out of her top, blonde hair messy, eyes glued to Tommy’s crotch like she already knows what’s underneath. She doesn’t wait for an invitation. Fingers sliding over his jeans, cupping that fat cock like she’s been starving for it. Tommy’s hard before she even gets the zipper down, and when she wraps her lips around him the tension snaps. He bends her over, slams into her wet heat, pounds like he’s got a point to prove. Alexis moans loud, legs shaking, begging for every inch. She cums hard, but the real finish comes when he pulls out and she drops to her knees, tongue out, greedy for every drop he pumps down her throat.