Proper Send Off

Savannah is tired of her husband sulking, so she takes the matter in her own hands. She slips into lingerie and steps close, full tits and thick ass on display. Mick Blue still looks tense, but her palms start on his shoulders, then slide lower until she can feel his cock stir. He doesn’t fight it. She sinks to her knees, mouth open, lips wet, tongue working slow over every inch until he’s hard and heavy. He grips her hair, she takes him deeper, spit running down her chin. The same hands that tried to ease his mood now spread her cheeks for him. He pushes in from behind, pace steady, filling her until the big ass that drew his eyes is slapping against his hips. She stays bent, gasping, letting him use her until his breath shortens and he pulls free, spilling hot into her waiting mouth. She swallows every drop, then smiles up at him. Mood fixed.