Hot Wife Cheats with European Guy

Dana’s keys are gone, wine is open, and the Italian next door keeps pouring. Heat sits heavy on the skin. He leans in, mouth to her neck, slow enough she feels every inch of the slide. Her moan comes out low, almost surprised. They move to the bedroom without hurry. She peels off her dress, leaves the black lace where it clings, cups her ass with both hands, testing the weight he clearly wants. He drops to his knees, tongue working over her, then lower, pulling one heavy ball into his mouth, sucking with steady pressure until she threads her fingers in his hair. When she drops down to return the favor, she takes her time, tongue flat, lips wet, letting spit trail down his shaft. She swallows him deep, cheeks hollow, then pulls back to breathe. He bends her over the edge of the bed, palms spread on that round ass, thumbs parting her just enough. Every thrust pushes a new sound out of her. She keeps one hand back, holding herself open for him, the other gripping the sheet. He pulls out at the last second, strokes once, twice, and spills across her tongue. She swallows, eyes half-lidded, tasting salt and heat while he catches his breath against her thigh.