Body Of Evidence

Police work keeps you running, so you and the wife invented games to keep things nasty at home. You walk in from shift and there she is - Summer Hart in a tight cat burglar getup, ass begging for trouble. You smirk and tell her you’re the cop, she’s the thief. She grins and kills the lights, cranks the bass. She drops into your lap and starts grinding, that VR ass circling until your cock’s throbbing against your zipper. Summer slides off, drops to her knees and fishes you out. Her tongue drags slow and wet up your shaft, then she sucks the head in deep and sloppy. She peels her panties off and sinks onto you, that tight VR pussy squeezing every thick inch, the big blue vein getting milked with every bounce. She shakes hard in your arms and comes fast, then flips around, moaning she wants it from behind before she climbs back on top and begs for every drop of your warm, sticky load.