You're So Much Better Than Him (HARDCORE)

Looking at Veronica, you'd never guess she's splitting with her husband. Who'd dump an ass and a pair of tits that big? His loss. She walks in wrapped in nothing but a towel, nerves tight from months of crap paperwork. She comes over looking for a massage to relax, but we both know where it’s headed. My hands wander—nice and slow until the towel slips. She bites her lip, then gives a nod like she was just waiting. Off it goes. I bury my face between those juicy breasts, lick, squeeze, lick again. She’s panting, tugging at my shirt. I spin her, bend her, slide in from behind—slow at first, then harder, fingers digging into those hips like I own ‘em. Her whole body shakes and suddenly she’s squirting all over the floor, loud as hell. Yeah, those sheets are soaked. She keeps gasping for more, legs barely holding her up. Turns out she’d never come like that before. Good. I pump my load deep, slap her ass, help her back up. She laughs, hair a total mess, happy as sin. Last thing I say as she heads for the door? "Tell your ex he’s still an idiot." If her phone rings tonight, it’s gonna be me again, dick already twitching just thinking about round two.