Maybe It's Time For Me To Get Back Out There

Victoria Voxxx slumps against the door after the plumber steps in. Bills stacked on the counter, divorce papers on the fridge, and she hasn't been touched in weeks. Her husband barely shares the couch with her, let alone her body. Fuck this, she decides, winking at Billy in her towel, and before he can quote her a price she reaches for his belt. Next thing he knows, her lip gloss is sliding over the head of his dick and she's letting out the first happy moan she's heard out of herself since spring. The room fills with wet, sloppy sounds, her hand stroking, mouth working, years of frustration pushed out in one cocky blowjob. She looks up, eyes sparkling like she's just heist-slept the daily dread right off her shoulders, and Billy grins back, toolbox forgotten on the mat.