I Ordered An Escort

Raven Hart plays house. Her man answers the door and Derrick nearly splits before she laughs it off and pulls him in. Everything’s fine, hubby knows. She gets Derrick wet in the shower, pressing those tits up his chest, down his back, letting him feel her nipples drag. He’s half-hard already and she smiles about it without giving him the goods. Close enough to taste him, not close enough to kiss. Hands everywhere except his cock—until she tells him to sit. Derrick hesitates; wedding band flashes in his head. She wraps her fingers around him anyway. One long, slow stroke and guilt takes the exit. She drops, lips sliding down, sucks him loud and wet. Problem solved. Oil comes next. She slicks him head to toe, climbs on, tits and belly sliding like she’s mopping the floor with his skin. Flip. She grinds her slick pussy up and down his shaft, then sinks onto it, riding deep. Reverse cowgirl next—she leans forward, spreads, lets him watch every inch disappear. Finally she plants her palms, ass in the air, and he hammers from behind until his knees shake. She jerks the last spurts out of him, hot and thick across her fingers, grinning like it’s all in a day’s work.