Horny Cheating Housewives - Scene 4

London Rose's husband bolts for the airport, the coast stays clear, and you're burying your face in 34DDD tits before the jet even lifts off. Those big fuckers sit heavy and soft and you squeeze like you own them, thumbs circling her nipples till she squirms and lets out that dirty little laugh. Soon she's spread-eagle on the bed, thighs buttered-open, her pussy dripping down her crack onto the sheets. Dive in and lap at her folds like it's juice off her fruit platter; she moans louder when your fingers curl up into her heat and you've got her knees pinning to the mattress. By round two you've flipped her face-down and you're driving so deep the frame screams. She arches her back, grinds back at your hips, every stroke hitting home like you both got something to prove. You just keep leaving thrills across that pink slit and those swelling tits long after the pillows start hitting the floor.