Lover's Duty

You slip in from work early to catch your wife Pristine Edge by surprise. Laundry basket by her feet, she’s bent over the dryer, round ass jiggling as she reaches inside. You don’t say a word—just slide up and palm that juicy cheek. She yelps, spins around, then smiles like Christmas came early. House to ourselves. Time to play. Pristine tells you to cool your heels in the bedroom. She strolls in, drops the clean clothes, eyes locked on your crotch. Her fingers peel away the layers until she’s stark naked, tits bouncing as she drops to her knees. She dives in with that hungry mouth, tongue stroking every vein until your cock’s shiny and throbbing. Then you yank her up, spin her, and slam into that tight, slick pussy from behind. Her moans punch the air while your hips smack loud against her. She belongs to you, and you drive it home—deep, rough, relentless.