The Squirting Housewives

Some cocky frat guy sees a Craigslist ad,FREE pool table,and bolts over like he hit the lottery. When he shows up, MILF Claudia’s at the door in a tank top that’s basically a dare. Says the table’s just collecting dust ever since she kicked her ex out, and if the kid wants it gratis he’s gotta earn it. One rule: fuck her on the felt first. He smirks, peels off his shirt, lifts her onto the slate like she weighs nothing. She strips slow, panties already soaked, spreads on the green and eggs him on, tells him to wreck her until she soaks the felt. He buries every inch with hard, nasty strokes, hips snapping so the balls rattle in the pockets. Claudia digs her nails into his back, moans like a back-alley siren, then her whole body seizes and she squirts loud and messy, spraying clear come all over the maroon felt, the drip running into the side pockets. He keeps pounding through her orgasm, grinning like he just banked the winning eight-ball, until he explodes deep and leaves her slick, laughing, asking if the table’s really free now.