Adulterated Anniversary

Sydney's anniversary, and her husband's been buttering her up before work like he might actually get lucky tonight. Door knocks. Jay's standing there grinning, already half hard in his pants. She tries the loyal-wife bit. It's their anniversary. He's sweet about it—says he'll bounce. But the thought of that thick black dick splitting her open? Her pussy's already deciding. "Just this last time," she tells herself, sinking to her knees right there in the entryway and wrapping her lips around him. Jay lets her suck for about thirty seconds before he picks her up and carries her straight to the master bedroom. He bends her over the marital bed and drives in balls-deep. Sydney's suburban housewife hole stretches around that cock like it was made for it. She howls, gripping the sheets while her tits swing under her. Every thrust knocks another orgasm loose—she's shaking, creaming, gasping his name like she forgot she has one of her own. Jay flips her, pounds her missionary, her legs locked around his waist. She cums again, harder. Then he pulls out, strokes twice, and paints her pretty face—ropes across her lips, her cheek, one stray spurt in her hair. She catches her breath, cum dripping off her chin. "Last time," she promises, licking her bottom lip. "Swear."