I Ordered An Escort

Raven Hart's got this double life thing going on, and when her client Derrick Pierce rolls up for his session, the dude gets all squirrely 'cause some guy answers the door. Turns out it's the hubby, but Raven smooths it over quick—everything's cool, no worries. They kick off with a steamy shower, her hands working every inch of his skin. She slides those killer tits up and down his chest, then his back, and damn if he doesn't start stiffening up, eyes glazing over with that telltale hunger. She leans in, lips brushing close enough to taste the tension, teasing the hell out of him without a single grab for his cock yet. Slow and deliberate, her fingers dance everywhere else, building that fire. She tells him to park it on the bench, but he's balking now, guilt tripping hard 'cause she's hitched. That's when she wraps her hand around his throbbing dick and starts stroking, firm and sure. His doubts? Poof—gone the second her hot mouth engulfs him, sucking like a pro. No way he fights that kind of magic; he's hooked. Phase two hits with oil pouring everywhere, slicking him up shiny. He flips to his stomach, she mounts and glides her curves over every muscle, grinding slow and dirty. She rolls him over, straddles that hardness, and sinks down, taking his cock deep as she rides him wild. Switches to reverse cowgirl, bouncing like she's owning the ride, then he flips the script—pounds her from behind, slamming home with raw power. Finally, she milks him with her hand, jerking until he blows his load in a massive, shuddering explosion.