Donya pulls into the parking lot of her husband's billion dollar business.

The old man rushes to her custom Corvette, crawling in on its floor.

She pushes his face into Her dripping pussy.

"Eat," she hisses, and feverishly he does so for the next ten minutes.

"Stop," the blonde gold-digger barks. Hubby obeys.

"Tasty?" She teases.

"Is it Thor's?"

"No, a brand new bull," she replies shamelessly, "Now, get out." He does as he's told.

"Your lunch tomorrow will be Brian's and Derrick's."

"Thank you, Goddess Donya."

"Now, go beat it," She instructs and roars away.