Bridgette B. fucks her best friend's Husband
Van's wife got slammed with a last-minute work call and ghosted Bridgette B., who showed up anyway in that skimpy little bikini they'd picked out together. Van was already lounging by the pool when she strutted out, the barely-there fabric clinging to her massive tits and riding up her thick ass like it was painted on, nipples stiff and pussy lips basically on display. His cock jerked instantly at the sight, filthy thoughts flooding his head as he imagined yanking those strings aside and burying his face between her cheeks before railing that perfect ass raw.
