Scene Description:
Missy was losing her mind every time her husband slammed into her—the bed groaned and squeaked so loud it killed the mood. She called Van over to fix the damn thing, but when she bounced on the mattress alone he could barely hear a thing. Annoyed, she shoved him flat on his back, straddled him, and started grinding her hips hard, dry-humping his cock through their clothes. “Hear that? It's so much louder with two people,†she panted, rubbing herself against his growing bulge. “Can you fix it?†Van groaned, “I'll do whatever the fuck you want.†Missy climbed off, spread her legs wide, and flashed her bare, already-wet pussy. “Good. Mr. Martinez won't be back till Thursday.â€
