Mr Fixxxer Up The Pussy
Zoey was done playing the obedient trophy wife to her possessive rich husband, who buried her in diamonds and designer shit just to keep her chained to his side like some prized possession. His limp, useless cock could never touch the filthy hunger raging in her soaked pussy—she craved a thick, veiny monster to stretch her wide and pound her raw. When the shower pipes burst and a burly handyman stormed in to fix it, water sprayed everywhere, drenching him head to toe and plastering his soaked jeans against the massive, bulging package throbbing between his legs. Zoey's cunt clenched hard, her juices soaking her thighs as raw lust exploded inside her; she couldn't hold back a second longer, her body already aching to drop to her knees and choke on every inch of that fat dick.
