I Caught My Wife Fucking The Help! #05 - Silvia Saige

Silvia and Donnie fight over busted lights and fried sound boards. Snide comments fly like fastballs. He spits he’s got a meeting, so call the sound guy. Door slams. She dials. Charles rolls in twenty minutes later, thick arms, cocky grin. The load-in light’s brutal—hot, sticky—and he peels his shirt right off. She watches that torso flex and forgets why she called him. Two steps later he’s got her shirt yanked up, tits loose, fingers rolling her stiff nipples like dials. She leans into it hard. Donnie? Who the fuck’s Donnie. Charles is about to handle everything.