Wife's Spring Break Hotel Tryst

Reagan was itching for a younger cock on our vacation and I wasn’t about to keep my hot wife waiting. Scouted the pool and found Oliver Flynn—hung, confident, and happy to let me watch him ruin her. He planted his face between her thighs first, tongue working until her thighs shook and she was slick enough to take him. Then he lined up and pushed in slow, spreading that pink MILF pussy wide right in front of me. Her moans got louder the deeper he went. Slow, deliberate strokes gave way to hard, meaty thrusts—skin slapping, breath ragged. She soaked the sheets and I watched every inch disappear. Oliver didn’t hold back; he gripped her hips, slammed in balls-deep, and flooded her with a thick load, cock pulsing until his cum overflowed down her ass.