Thirsty Housewife Devours Repairman's Cock

The repairman walks in cocky as hell, wrench in hand and a reputation for making housewives forget their vows. She meets him at the door in a silk robe barely hanging on, coffee steaming and attitude already dialed to full fire. He drops his toolbox, takes one long look, and she smirks like she already knows how this’ll play out. By the sink he bends to check a leak, her hand trails his shoulder, finger hooking his shirt collar. Next minute he’s got her pressed against the cabinets, robe hiked up, his cock already grinding through denim. She orders him to lick—tits first—so he drops and feasts, biting her nipple until she yelps with pleasure. She pushes him back, takes his hand and guides two fingers straight into her dripping cunt, riding them like a horny backseat slut. He fists her hair with his free hand, tongue lapping at her mouth while he curls inside her, dragging moans loud enough to rattle the cheap crystal. They end up on the kitchen floor, her legs spread wide, his boots still kicked on as she clutches his ass and demands he fuck her stupid—rough, deep, no mercy. He delivers hard enough to shake the coffee mug and every rotten promise the house ever held.