Sorry My Husband Owes You Money

Eric's a total dumbass—dropped a fortune on that fancy gadget from Tommy Gunn and now he's broke as hell. Brain's spinning like a top, scrambling for a way to settle the score. Trade some favors? Yeah, but what the fuck could he offer? He grabs his phone and dials up his hot little wifey, Peta Jensen, spilling the beans: 'Babe, I fucked up big time.' Lucky for him, Peta's always got his back, swooping in to save the day yet again. She wedges herself right between that rock and the hard place, but the second Tommy shows up at the door, she clocks it—her killer curves are the golden ticket out of this mess. With a loser like Eric for a husband, what's she really got to lose? Tommy's all hesitant about swapping cash for a rubdown, so Peta sweetens the deal: she'll work those magic hands while he chills and waits. Hell, Tommy's not complaining about a side of fun with his delay—he's eating it up as she peels off her clothes, stripping bare-ass naked right in front of him with a wicked grin. She tugs his shirt over his head, yanks down his pants, and oh boy, delivers the massage of his damn life, following every eager command from her boys. Treat for everyone... or just a sneaky score?