Husband Receives An After Work Blowjob
My husband walked in after work and was greeted by my warm, wet mouth on his cock.
I heard the garage door rumble shut and felt my pulse quicken. He was home. I’d been waiting at the front door, kneeling on the entry rug with nothing but a loose tank top on, nipples brushing fabric, pussy bare underneath. The lock clicked, the door swung open, and there he was—tired, still in his work clothes, shoulders sagging. He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and froze when his eyes found me already on my...