If You Change Your Mind...

Ryan’s wife figured he and Isa needed a night out to break the ice. They clicked way faster than expected and didn’t roll back until past midnight. Once the door shuts behind them, Isa pulls him aside and admits she’s been cold on purpose—ever since she laid eyes on him she’s wanted to jump his bones. She peels her top off right there, tits perky and staring right at him. Ryan freezes, guilt hitting like a brick, so she just grins, turns on her heel, and says she’ll be in her room if he stops being a pussy. Ten tense seconds in the hallway later, his dick wins. He steps into her room already hard. They kiss like they’ve been starving for it. Isa drops to her knees, tongue out, licking up the underside of his cock while she murmurs the filthiest shit about being his little slut. She climbs on top, lines him up, and slides down slick and tight, moaning the second he bottoms out. Ryan grabs her hips and starts fucking up into her; she rides back just as hard, ass bouncing, pussy fluttering. Every thrust punches another loud whimper out of her until she clamps down, soaking him while she comes. He flips her onto her stomach, pounds deeper, then pulls out at the last second and shoves his cock between her open lips. Isa swallows every hot spurt, licking him clean with a satisfied hum.