Maybe It's Time For Me To Get Back Out There

Victoria's sitting there pissed off and horny as hell. Divorce papers still warm and her husband's been phoning it in for months—zero action. Time to fix that. She calls Billy the handyman over for a "job," but the only tool getting used is the one in his pants. She's got that petite frame, small tits, dark hair, and she drops right down. Feet planted, knees spread, mouth open. Takes him slow at first, then deeper, tongue working the underside while her lips stretch around the shaft. She moans around it like she's been waiting weeks for this exact dick. No frills, just straight-up head—hungry, sloppy, and loud. Every time she pulls off to breathe she smirks up at him, spit running down her chin. She doesn't need romance, she needs cock. And Billy's more than happy to let her practice getting back in the game.