Gloves On, Jerk Off
Julie Cash shows up at Van Wylde's place for another "massage," but the second his nosy wife steps out of earshot, the gloves come off. Van's cock is already throbbing when he grabs her hand and guides it straight to his lap, and Julie doesn't hesitate—her slick fist pumps him hard and fast under the towel while she bites her lip to stay quiet. Things get filthy fast: she drops to her knees to swallow him deep in the hallway, then they fuck like animals all over the house—bent over the kitchen counter, against the living room wall, and finally in the bedroom where Julie snatches his wife's brand-new PULSE Wireless Air-Pulse Massager, spreads her legs, and grinds her swollen clit against the pulsing toy while Van rails her from behind. Every thrust is risky, every moan barely stifled, but the real question hangs in the air: is wifey really clueless, or is she getting off on knowing exactly what's happening under her roof?