Hubby’s Away, We Play
As soon as her husband hopped into the cab, Lisa was on her phone. “He’s gone,” she texted. “Come over.” Her phone buzzed a moment later. “I’ll cum where I want. Dress up for my cock.” She hurried up the stairs to change. She had spent the last week getting ready for Richard’s visit. Her whole body was waxed and tanned a rich olive tone. Her dark hair was freshly styled into lavish curls. A thousand dollars of the most salacious and slutty lingerie hid in her closet, all of it recently charged to her husband’s credit card. She had even starved herself the past few days, a last ditch effort to further tighten her supermodel physique and empty her stomach for helpings of thick rich cum. An hour later the doorbell rang. Lisa slowly …