He steered her into the penthouse still drunk from the after-party, jacket half off, and didn’t bother with the lights past the entry. The couch was closer than the bed. She dropped onto it in the fishnets, heels already gone, and he followed her down, pushing the mesh aside at the crotch and sinking in while she was still catching her breath. She laughed once at the stretch, then moaned, one arm hooked over the back of the sofa, nails dragging his shoulder as he fucked her deeper, slow at first, then harder. Her head tipped back against the cushion. He held her knee up and stayed inside until he came, pulsing, not pulling out. Breathing against her neck, he told her the seat at the table her husband wanted was settled—he could have it in the morning. She nodded, still loose and catching her breath, and didn’t move off him.
I know she got a man but that pussy feels too good to let go😩told her I needed her pussy this evening and she didn’t waste time, came over just to bounce and svck on my juicy d!ck. She know her pussy is fire and I know she love this dick too." 🤤