Date Nights - Volume 1

John hauls that thick, fuck-me-tonight MILF Caitlin Bell back to his place after the steaks and martinis. Clothes barely hit the floor before he has her on his couch, legs spread while her wedding ring glints next to the empty bottle of lube. He buries his tongue in that married pussy until she’s shaking, then flips her, pushes her face down and rails every tight hole that seven years of boring husband sex has left begging. By the time they’re spent, sweat-slick and panting on the rug, there’s nothing left she hasn’t shown him—moans, limits, favorite dirty talk, the exact angle that nails her G-spot. They lie there grinning, skin sticky, already planning round two while her phone lights up with a "Where are you?" text neither of them reads.