Fucking The Pool Boy
Clichéd sex never felt so good
Tiffany sighed and placed her coffee cup on the kitchen counter. Her husband had just left for work. She knew he was cheating but as she looked around the gorgeous villa he paid for, she knew there wasn’t anything she could do. She wrapped her flimsy sheer silk and lace gown across her ample 36DDs, another present from her husband and thought about going shopping. Just then, Gary, the pool boy walked past the kitchen win...