Date Nights - Volume 1

John took Caitlin Bell out Saturday night—hotwife MILF in a tight dress and fuck-me heels. She knew exactly what she was doing. After dinner they headed back to his place to finish what those looks had started. They barely made it past the door before his hands were under her dress and her tongue was down his throat. Clothes hit the floor fast. She dropped to her knees in his living room, taking his cock like she’d been thinking about it all week, eyes watering as she gagged and moaned around every inch. He fucked her throat until spit ran down her chin, then bent her over the arm of the couch and slammed into her married pussy. She begged for it harder, told him exactly how she likes it—deep, rough, no pulling out. He flipped her on her back, spread her legs wide and drilled her until she was shaking, squirting, calling him every filthy name that came to mind. They moved to the bedroom, the kitchen counter, the shower. Every time he came she’d suck him hard again and climb right back on. By sunrise they’d covered every inch of each other—her body knew his dick, his mouth knew every spot that made her scream. He knew how tight she clenched when she came, how she liked her hair pulled, how she whispered dirty shit in his ear like a total slut. She knew the way his balls tightened right before he unloaded, the taste of his cum, the way he growled her name when he pumped her full. They’d fucked every hole, swapped every secret, and still wanted more.