Mad Fuckers: Neglected Housewife's Needs

Jennifer White's weekend just got loaded. Pregnant, not showing yet, she's mapping out the nursery while her husband jets off on business. Knock at the door. Jay Romero, her neighbor, grinning and offering help. She frowns. He claims her husband sent him—some weekend chores the guy forgot to mention. Typical. She rants, pacing, about how he never listens and set this up behind her back anyway. Jay looks ready to bolt until she softens, waves him in, apologizes. They drop onto the couch. That's when Jennifer drops the bomb: her husband's been handling her like porcelain since the positive test. Even in bed. Won't rail her the way she craves. Jay's ears go red, but his cock twitches, loud and clear. She eyes the bulge, tells him flat out—she wants it hard, no careful shit. Use his young body and fuck her stupid. Clothes hit the floor fast. Jay plants his dick between her tits, fucks the soft valley while she pushes them together and spits on the head. She drops to her knees, opens wide, lets him shove straight down her throat until her mascara runs and spit strings to the carpet. Gagging wet noises fill the room. Then he hauls her up, folds her double, ankles by her ears—piledriver. He slams straight down into her soaked cunt, the angle hitting deep enough to punch moans out of her on every stroke. Sweat, skin slapping skin, her belly round but safe while he uses every ounce of twenty-something energy. She takes every thrust without a single break and keeps begging for more until he empties himself across her chest and open tongue.