Hungry, Horny Housewife

Eric's new on the block and he's hitting every door with the same pitch: free massage, hell, he'll even pay you to lie there. Most girls shut him down fast. They can smell how desperate he is, and it's killing the vibe. Then he knocks on Maddy's place. She doesn't slam the door. She steps inside his studio, peels off that little floral dress, drops the bra, kicks the panties aside, and stretches out bare-ass naked on his table. Eric starts working her back, her thighs, even her perky natural tits, but Maddy's got other plans. Every shift of her hips, every little wiggle pushes his hands lower, closer to the wet heat between her legs. She's a horny college brunette with ink on her skin and nothing but time on her hands while her husband isn't around. The second the massage ends she grabs his wrist and pulls his face right into her pussy, thighs locked tight around his head while his tongue works deep. That tongue's not enough. She needs dick, and Eric finally gets the message. He slides in raw, stretches her tight college pussy with every thrust, her juices soaking his shaft. Maddy moans, begs, then pulls him out just long enough to taste herself on his cock before she strokes and sucks until he paints that sweet face white. She smiles up at him through the mess, already thinking about which lonely friend she'll send over next.