Redhead had Sex Muscle Neighbor while Husband on a Business Trip

Listen up all you horny bastards, I’ve got a filthy little tale to spin for you. It’s the story of a busty redhead named Foxy Felicia. This minx is married to a boring corporate schmuck named Miles, but he’s always away on business trips. Boring during the day and alone at night – that’s no way for a naughty girl like Felicia to live! So when the chance for some fun comes a-knocking… well, she throws open the door and invites it right in. That’s where our story begins.

Felicia is lounging around the house in a lacy red bra and panty set, stockings and fuck-me heels. Anyone can see she’s more than tangled up in the sheets right now. She hears a knock at the front door and answers, expecting a package perhaps. What she finds is Triple H, the muscular neighbor from down the street, with abs that go like the stepping stones across the lake, and a bulge in his pants that tells her he didn’t just hop out of bed for nothing.

“Felicia,” he says, licking his lips. “Miles has been away for a while now. I thought maybe you could use some… company.”

Her eyes linger on his impressive cock outline. “Hmm, you think so?” she purrs. “Well, come on in.”

In a flash, Triple H is inside, shutting the door behind him. His hands are all over her curvy body, squeezing her big tits through the thin lace bra. “Mmm, fuck,” he groans. “You’re so goddamn sexy. I’ve wanted to get inside these perfect cunnies since the day you moved in.”

Wanting to put on a bit of a show, Felicia twirls around and bends over, showing off her big heart-shaped ass. She reaches back and tugs her panties aside, giving him a clear view of her dripping snatch. “Well, Triple H? Think you can handle this pussy?” He doesn’t hesitate, diving face-first into her pink-wet cunt.

Felicia cries out in excitement as he eats her out, his rough tongue lapping up her fluids. “Ooh fuck yes, just like that! God, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Soon her knees buckle and she has to brace herself against the wall, shaking through a powerful orgasm. Triple H pulls back, her juices glistening on his lips. “Get your ass on the couch,” he orders. “I’m gonna pound that pussy silly.”

Felicia hurries over, shedding her lingerie on the way. She sprawls out on the cushions, legs spread wide, ready for his rock hard cock. “Fucking wreck me,” she moans. “Stretch out this married cunt!”

Growling, he moves over her, rubbing the swollen head of his dick along her slit as she quivers in anticipation. Then with one swift thrust, he’s impaling her deep… Reason dissolves as biology takes over. In moments, her pussy is clenching down on his girthy shaft. He rocks into her, harder and faster, sending reverberations through her with each pump of his hips.

“Oh god oh god oh fuck!” she wails, wrapping her legs around him. “Pound me! Harder! Fucking break my slutty cunt!”

As he drills her into the couch, Triple H reaches down, grabbing her thick thighs, squeezing them like handles. He crushes his mouth to hers, shoving his tongue past her lips, as if to claim possession. Fingers claw at his back as Felicia bucks underneath him, riding out the wave of rapture building again.

With a scream of relief, she cums completely undone, her hole spasming wildly around his plunging cock. He grunts and pounds through her climax until his own rockets through him. With a roar, he hilts in deep and erupts, painting her insides with thick ropes of spunk.

Panting, they collapse in a sweaty heap, still joined intimately. But Triple H isn’t done toying with his new plaything yet. “All fours,” he commands.

Dizzy but eager for another round, Felicia flips over, bottom in the air. He wastes no time moving in behind her, going balls deep once more. Humping against her with lewd slaps and squeaky couch springs, he jackhammers her hard from behind. “Unghh take it slut! Milk that fucking cock!”

Felicia howls at the ceiling, drool leaking from the corners of her stretched mouth. “Ohh thank you thank you THANK YOU!” She juts her ass back to meet his hammering thrusts, loving every second of this illegal coupling.

As if driven by lust for her ultimate degradation, Triple H spouses his efforts. “Goddamn, this pussy sucks cock real good! You’re just a dirty cock-slut, aren’t you? A cheap little fuckdoll made for cock!” His dirty talk only serves to stoke her own desire to new heights, propelling her right back up to another explosive orgasm.

“Cum for me!” she barks. “Paint this cunt white!”

Hearing her directive, his hips jack-rabbit, slamming into her quivering cunt with rapid, ruthless force. Her head falls on the armrest as every nerve in her body short-circuits. She’s reduced to a babbling incoherent mess, juices squirting out around his hammering shaft.

Suddenly Triple H drags her down to the floor, folding her in half like a pretzel. “This pussy got cum for days?” he grunts. He pistoned into her like a claw hammer, the force rattling her bones as he pumped a second massive load into her hot canal. Felicia is left trembling and wasted, his pissy mark leaving its indelible impression on every fiber of her being.

For a delicious long minute, they remain entwined on the floor, until finally Triple H stirs. He rises on his elbows, grinning down at his conquered nympho. “Goddamn, Foxy, that was some fun. You’re a hell of a lay.” He extracts his still-erect cock from her swollen folds with a lewd wet sound, a stream of semen dribbling out after.

Shuddering through aftershocks, Felicia just gazes up at him adoringly. “This cunt is yours, Mr. H,” she says dreamily. “Anytime you want it, it’s yours.”

With a last appreciative squeeze of her soft ass, he pulls off the rest of the way and heads for the shower. “It’s a fucking date,” he chuckles, leaving her to wallow contentedly in his cum and her own depravity.

And that, you lewd perverts, is how a dirty girl like Foxy Felicia keeps her pussy in peak shape. Now get your hands on one of those videos and satisfy that itch, won’t ya?