You are about to enter a website that contains explicit material (pornography). This website should only be accessed if you are at least 18 years old or of legal age to view such material in your local jurisdiction, whichever is greater. Furthermore, you represent and warrant that you will not allow any minor access to this site or services.
PARENTS, PLEASE BE ADVISED: If you are a parent, it is your responsibility to keep any age-restricted content from being displayed to your children or wards. Protect your children from adult content and block access to this site by using parental controls. We use the "Restricted To Adults" (RTA) website label to better enable parental filtering. Parental tools that are compatible with the RTA label will block access to this site. More information about the RTA Label and compatible services can be found here.
Other steps you can take to protect your children are:
Use family filters of your operating systems and/or browsers;
When using a search engine such as Google, Bing or Yahoo; check the safe search settings where you can exclude adult content sites from your search results;
Ask your internet service provider if they offer additional filters;
Be responsible, know what your children are doing online.
We use cookies to optimize site functionality and give you the best possible experience. Learn more...
Description:I always tried to be the perfect wife. I dressed nicely for my husband, let him fuck me anytime he wanted and made sure there was always a home-cooked meal on the table. Most importantly, I saved my body just for him like a demure wife would. Things changed when we decided to rent our spare room to a college student. The way he stared at my tits drove me crazy. I knew he wanted to devour me, and the thought made me wet every day. I tried to ignore my feelings and touch myself, but it wasn't enough. I needed his fingers, his tongue, his dick. Soon, I found myself doing things I never thought I would, like smelling his shirts and rubbing them against my boobs and pussy, imagining he was touching me. I even masturbated on the other side of the door while he was showering. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something, or I'd go crazy. I wore a dress I knew he wouldn't resist taking off and dragged him to the bed. Then, I asked him to be quiet as I took off his pants and prepared to ride his big, hard cock. Moaning might not be allowed, but cumming is. Good thing he shoved my panties in my mouth to keep me from making any noise because I lost myself in how good his dick felt inside me.
Submitted:1 day ago
Views:443
Double tap right or left to fast-forward or fast-reverse
Description: I always tried to be the perfect wife. I dressed nicely for my husband, let him fuck me anytime he wanted and made sure there was always a home-cooked meal on the table. Most importantly, I saved my body just for him like a demure wife would. Things changed when we decided to rent our spare room to a college student. The way he stared at my tits drove me crazy. I knew he wanted to devour me, and the thought made me wet every day. I tried to ignore my feelings and touch myself, but it wasn't enough. I needed his fingers, his tongue, his dick. Soon, I found myself doing things I never thought I would, like smelling his shirts and rubbing them against my boobs and pussy, imagining he was touching me. I even masturbated on the other side of the door while he was showering. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something, or I'd go crazy. I wore a dress I knew he wouldn't resist taking off and dragged him to the bed. Then, I asked him to be quiet as I took off his pants and prepared to ride his big, hard cock. Moaning might not be allowed, but cumming is. Good thing he shoved my panties in my mouth to keep me from making any noise because I lost myself in how good his dick felt inside me.