Eliza Ibarra

Eliza's been writing dirty letters with a convict named Eddie. Her hubby Joel lives for this shit, getting hard when she reads out the filthy stuff Eddie promises he'll do to her when he tastes freedom. Luck kisses them like a whore when Eddie and his cellmate Musa punch their ticket and land right on her doorstep with nothing but rock-hard intentions. She damn near shits bricks thinking cops might be on their heels, but the bastards grin and swear no one's looking. Joel's already unzipping when he sees those two big black fuck-sticks at attention. No warm-up, no chit-chat—someone's cock's in her mouth before the door shuts, while the other one folds her over the arm of the couch and sinks into that married snatch like it's homecoming. Joel's little dick pulses in his fist like he's watching the main event of the century. Eliza doesn't bother getting up; she just drops to her knees and crawls, letting them use both ends like she's on fuck duty. Her pink slit and soft lips take turns swallowing those heavy cocks. When they finish they paint her fuzz white and coat her pretty face in thick rope that drips off her smile. Dreams land when you spread your legs for 'em.