
Will grins as the door slams—wife’s gone for the night again. Spencer’s still on the clock, and they both know exactly how she’ll collect. Her shorts hit the floor first, then his belt snaps open. She drops to her knees on the rug and swallows him fast, chin already slick. Will tugs her hair, guiding her deeper, loving that wet sound she makes when she gags just a little. He flips her onto the couch next, spreads her knees, and slams in hard. She yelps, laughs, then bites the cushion while he pounds the overtime right out of her. They bounce from cushions to coffee table to the arm of the recliner. Spencer’s gripping the lamp for balance when he grabs her hips and drives her through another finish, knocking the shade sideways. He’s close now, panting, so she spins, plants her palms on the wall, and arches her back until he can’t hold it anymore. He grunts, jerks, and spills across her lower back while the babysitter’s meter keeps running.
Will grins as the door slams—wife’s gone for the night again. Spencer’s still on the clock, and they both know exactly how she’ll collect. Her shorts hit the floor first, then his belt snaps open. She drops to her knees on the rug and swallows him fast, chin already slick. Will tugs her hair, guiding her deeper, loving that wet sound she makes when she gags just a little. He flips her onto the couch next, spreads her knees, and slams in hard. She yelps, laughs, then bites the cushion while he pounds the overtime right out of her. They bounce from cushions to coffee table to the arm of the recliner. Spencer’s gripping the lamp for balance when he grabs her hips and drives her through another finish, knocking the shade sideways. He’s close now, panting, so she spins, plants her palms on the wall, and arches her back until he can’t hold it anymore. He grunts, jerks, and spills across her lower back while the babysitter’s meter keeps running.