Melissa Lynn

Melissa Lynn’s been married 20 years and still screws Hubby like it’s date night. Their favorite warmup is watching black cocks wreck white wives on screen, then jumping into bed themselves. Today’s special. Hubby just closed a huge deal, so she picks out a new dirty flick for his arrival and promises herself she’ll greet him in the filthiest lingerie in her drawer. But first she has to buy the thing, so she ducks into the local adult shop. The clerk grins when he hands her the case. “Want to preview it?” he asks. Melissa shrugs, walks down a grimy hallway and into a dark booth. The door locks behind her. Grainy light flickers on the screen; ugly glory-hole graffiti stares from every wall. She’s grossed out, sure, but her pussy’s getting wet anyway. She slides her hand into the crotch of her panties and rubs slow, tight circles while the action kicks off. Then a rough palm shoots through a hole and squeezes her tit. A second hole opens and a fat, black dick drops through. Melissa’s mouth falls open. She should leave. She should text Hubby. Instead she peels off her soaked panties, lines that heavy cock up and pushes back, burying it deep inside her fertile snatch. Within thirty seconds she’s impaled on a stranger’s dick in a video arcade, wedding ring scraping the plywood, promising herself it’ll stay quick and clean. “Please don’t cum in me,” she gasps, “we’re trying for a baby and I’m ovulating.” The words barely leave her lips before his balls slap forward and unload. She feels every hot, sticky spurt flood her cunt, the load dripping out of her in thick strings when he finally pulls free. The stranger zips up and disappears; Melissa tugs on her coat, buys the movie and heads home with stranger cum trickling down her thighs. Nine months from now, Hubby is going to get the surprise of his life.