Dark hair pulled into a messy bun, the wife kneels on the carpet with her thighs spread wide, taking her husband’s cock between her lips. She starts slow, tongue swirling the tip before sliding down with a wet gulp. Her free hand grips his thigh, nails digging in as she hollows her cheeks. Eyes watering, she pulls off just long enough to catch her breath before plunging back down, spit dripping from her chin onto his balls. The couch creaks behind her as he shifts, but she doesn’t stop, her throat working around him with practiced ease. Olive Glass’s lips stretch obscenely around his shaft, her mascara already smudging from the effort.
