Jasmine Webb

Jasmine's fuming because she just blew another chunk of her husband's cash and he lost it. He slammed the door and flew straight to Vegas to sulk at the blackjack tables and titty bars. The second he's gone, the new couch shows up. Two white delivery guys, young and built, standing in her living room with the scent of sawdust on their skin. She eyes them like prey. Before they can set the boxes down, she's already on her knees, pulling their cocks out and wrapping her full lips around each one in turn. They fuck her mouth until spit runs down her chin, then they bend her over the unpacked sofa and take turns railing her dripping cunt from behind, pounding the same spot her husband has ignored for months. Jasmine's moaning like a bitch in heat, mascara smearing, wedding ring glinting as she grips their thighs and begs for more of that thick white dick she craves.