Dixie Comet

Dixie Comet couldn't take another lecture from her hubby about burnt casseroles, so she signed up for cooking lessons with Logan Pierce. One look at his hands and she knew the real course load she wanted. As soon as the door shut behind them, Dixie dropped to her knees like she'd been waiting for this cue all day. She yanked his zipper down, freed that thick, hard cock, and wrapped her full milf lips around it, bobbing slow then fast, sucking like it owed her an A+. Logan grunted, hips rolling, as she licked every inch, throat working him deeper, spit shining down his shaft. She moaned around him, loving the stretch, the weight, the way his balls tightened. He warned her with a low curse, but Dixie kept her lips locked on, jerking the base until he exploded. Hot ropes of cum lashed her face, streaks dripping over her cheeks and lips, marking her lesson complete. She smirked up at him, still tasting salt, cheeks flushed. Extra credit never felt this messy or this good.