Treating Her Right

Joy Adams was pissed. Krissy Lynn had been waiting around for months, getting nothing but limp excuses from her husband. She was done. No way he got to act jealous about the neighbor kid when he’d barely touched her in forever. So when he slammed the door and took off again, she stripped down and slipped into the sluttiest lingerie she could find. She knew Noah was peeking through the windows, always had his eyes glued on her. Fine. She let him look. She bent, posed, strutted. Let those panties slide up her crack just right and let her tits spill out when she leaned forward. Then she strutted to the glass and opened the window. “Noah. You’ve seen everything. Get your ass in here.” The kid climbed in like he was in a fever dream, nervous as hell, dick already pushing at his pants. Joy grinned, took her time. She got him naked and finally got what she wanted—young, hard, eager. She wrapped her lips around him, gave him a good long suck, and then let him bend her over. He fucked like he was trying to impress her, hands greedy on her tits, pounding into her like every move was a thank-you note. She moaned loud, pushed back on his cock, told him how good he felt splitting her open. When he flipped her over and spread her legs, Joy pulled him deeper, locked her heels behind his back. She let him think this meant something, and he kept going until his cum was dripping out of her pussy onto the sheets. She lay there satisfied, smug as hell—until she caught the way he was staring at her, soft and hungry, like he already thought this was love. She smiled, lit a cigarette, and wondered just how long it would take before the boy realized she’d only wanted to get off.