Special Occasion

Estella's touching up her lipstick in front of the mirror, wearing that new lingerie Alex got her. The lace is squeezing her big tits and fat ass just right, making everything look ripe for the taking. Dark red on her mouth, black winged liner—she knows she looks dangerous. Alex walks in and stops dead. His wife looks even filthier than he pictured when he picked it out. She catches his stare, smirks, and turns slow so he can see every curve. His cock’s already pressing against his slacks. He drops on the couch, kicks his feet up, and pops his belt. Estella stalks over, drops between his spread knees, and frees his dick with one smooth tug. She drags her tongue along the shaft first, teasing, then slides him deep, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his while she works him sloppy and slow. Alex isn’t about to let her show him up. He drags her up, spins her around, and buries his face between her thighs from behind, tongue flicking over her clit until her knees shake. She’s soaking, panting, ready. She climbs onto the cushions on all fours, spreads her knees, and backs that round ass toward him. The thong’s already pulled to the side. Alex grabs her hips, lines up, and sinks in with one hard thrust. They’re done teasing—now it’s just sweat, skin, and filthy rhythm while Estella moans for every inch he gives her.