Poolside Massage

Chad White's been chained to the home front, and he knows the drill—ditch the wife and kids for some real breathing room. He holes up in this poolside spot, prime view of all the hot tail strutting by just beyond the glass. Today, Jada Stevens is baking in the sun, Chad's stuck yapping on the phone with his ball-and-chain. Her killer curves and that juicy round ass hit him like a freight train; he bolts up, brain firing on all cylinders for an easy in. He swipes the masseur's gear, leaves the poor sap buck-naked and busted, then struts over as the new guy offering Jada a complimentary rubdown. Things get dicey quick under his hands—he's rock hard and not hiding it. She starts panting too, craving every slick stroke as he slathers on way too much oil, tracing those epic hips. They duck inside, he sweet-talks her out of that gold bikini. She squirms under his grip like a live wire. He works her slick natural tits, drawing out those needy moans—she's starving for his throbbing monster in every hole. He dives in first, fingers pumping her soaked slit before burying his face in that dripping pussy. Then he dangles his massive stiff cock; she loses it, slamming him balls-deep into her wetness, howling from the sweet sting of getting stretched by this stranger stud. He unloads ropes on her plump ass, boots her out with a smirk, slips his wedding ring back on like nothing happened.