Bridgette B

Her husband ain't even cold yet but Bridgette's snatch is throbbing for fresh cock. She's a cougar on the hunt, and if her first mark happens to be one of her dead hubby's buddies then so be it. The dude was right there at the funeral. He'd fucking understand. Her cunt needs filling right now. When Jax drops those pants and unleashes that absolute monster of a cock her jaw drops. This isn't some average piece of dick meat. This is the kind that could ruin her week in the best way possible. She drops to her knees and stretches her mouth around him. Her pussy's dripping just from the feel of that thick shaft against her tongue. Next thing she knows he's balls deep in her greedy cunt and she's riding like she forgot her husband's name already. Grief or just plain old horniness? Doesn't matter. She's coming like a freight train. And while Jax pumps his load all over those huge tits she's already calculating which bar she'll hit next. Happy hour can't come fast enough when you're this kind of widow.