My Wife Won't Know

Keni's kicking back, but that lame porno flickering on the cable TV? Total snooze fest, not even stirring his interest. He dials up Britney, that hot masseuse he spotted in the lobby, and boom—she hooks him up with a rush session. Britney's a pro, prowling hotel lobbies like a siren, luring in those pent-up dudes for private rubdowns in her room. Keni's intrigued by this Nuru gig, but damn, his wife's nagging in his head like a buzzkill chain. Lucky for her, though, that bubbly vibe of Britney's? It's her secret weapon, melting away doubts every damn time. Keni shells out the cash, wallet lighter but spirits sky-high, primed for the ride of his life. She dives right in, frisky as hell—sucking on his balls and slurping that cock like it's her favorite treat, freeing him from that old ball-and-chain blues. They slather on the Nuru gel next, bodies slick and sliding everywhere, pure slippery chaos. Then Keni grabs the reins, slamming his massive dick deep into Britney's juicy pussy, pounding away. Yeah, wife's a distant memory now—poof, gone.