Ashley Fires Home Alone

Ashley was alone in the house with nothing to do but wait. Her husband was out of town again, and alone time for her meant exactly one thing: she was about to get fucked. Everyone on the block knew her reputation. Mrs. Fires, the married milf next door who’d spread her legs for the right guy, as long as her husband stayed out of the loop. Guys would trade her name like a dirty little secret over beer and laughs, and once word got around that hubby was gone, her doorbell would ring. She’d answer the door half-dressed, never wearing a bra, nipples already hard, eyes daring you to get bold. First thing she’d do was drop to her knees, open wide, and take a dick so far down her throat you could feel her tonsils trying to milk you. She’d gag, drool, make a mess down her chin while she worked the balls with her hands, spit dripping onto her tits. Once she had you throbbing, she’d strip, spread those fat milf cheeks, and back herself onto you raw. She’d moan loud as you slammed her married pussy, even louder when you pushed into her tight ass, hips rolling back to take every inch. She never asked for a rubber. She wanted it sticky inside her. After you pumped a load deep in either hole she’d lick you clean, swallow the last drops, then walk you to the door like nothing happened. By morning the whole block had your story, and she was already waiting for the next knock.