Substitute Husband

Baron swings by the Soapy Massage Parlor just to hand Lucky her keys after fixing her car. She doesn’t let him off the hook. Complaining that her husband’s tiny white dick can’t cut it—he barely lasts two seconds—she begs him to stay. He tries to duck out, says he’s late for work, but she’s already peeling off her clothes, yanking his fat black cock out, and taking it in her mouth. They step into the shower together. She soaps every inch of him, fingers gliding over his thick shaft, stroking until it’s slick and heavy in her hands. From there they spill into the Jacuzzi. Baron lifts her foot to his mouth, sucking each toe while she smirks. She takes her turn next, wrapping both soft soles around him, sliding and squeezing until he’s throbbing. She nudges him onto the mattress, straddles his chest, and keeps working his cock with her feet while his fingers tease her pussy. The angle lets her see every twitch on his face. She grips him tighter, faster—her toes slick, firm, relentless—and he groans, hips jerking as he paints her pretty feet with rope after rope of cum.