Hubby's Risky Rendezvous

Francine’s busy at an open house, so James yanks Lara inside and sprawls a NURU mat right in the living room, swearing today’s gonna be his first taste of the full service he pays for. He strips, drops onto the slick sheet; Lara drizzles warm oil and slides straight onto him, tits gliding down his chest, then grabbing his cock to slick it between her tits before gliding lower. Her pussy’s practically dripping as she circles that dick with her whole body—ass up, perfect pressure, nothing and nobody to stop her now—until his phone buzzes, Francine’s footsteps hit the hallway like bad timing incarnate, and he nearly flips Lara off onto the hardwood scrambling to hide a hard-on worth gagging on. Back under, panties flung aside, Lara climbs on the moment the front door slams; she rides, pumps, moans, thighs clapping oily thighs until a running-water symphony proves his wife still showering—she slips that cock inside, grinding slow, loving every inch that hits bottom. Then Francine yells again and James has Lara whisked into hiding mid-orgasm sprawl, sliding back balls-deep two seconds after foot traffic cues ceasefire. Lara laughs in his ear, daring one more risky thrust before the deadline drops back on the mat. They’re drenched, greedy, gasping under oil while Francine bitches from behind the bathroom door, none the wiser—when the “massage” is just dirty luck persisting against her oblivious racket.