Housewife's Backdoor Delivery

Jayden Marcos rings the bell with a package in his hands. The door swings open and there stands Pristine Edge, next to nothing on, giving him that slow once-over. She reaches for the clipboard, then pauses like she just placed him. Turns out she’s mom to one of his old buddies from school. Funny how time flies—he’s all grown now, and she likes what she sees. Pen runs dry, or so she claims, and she waves him inside while she hunts for another. Jayden follows, eyes glued to the sway of her ass. When she strolls back, her top’s hanging open, flashing dark lace that barely cages those heavy tits. He stammers it’s not right. She steps closer, says her husband barely looks at her and she just wants someone hungry. Then she turns, plants her hands on the table, and pushes that round ass out like an invitation. Jayden’s mouth goes dry, but his cock doesn’t. He steps up, hands on her hips, and the two of them tear into each other—her straddling his face, sliding those big tits along his shaft, then taking him deep in her ass with the same cocky grin she wore at the door.