Bridal Shower Creampie with the Husband’s Best Friend

Office chair creaks under her weight as blonde hair spills over his shoulder. Wedding dress rides up to expose thick thighs gripping him tight. She’s been planning this since the invitation went out—knowing how good it’d feel when that younger cock finally filled her up proper. Starts slow, grinding down like she owns the place, then flips him onto his back and rides harder until sweat glistens on those heavy tits. Ass slaps against his hips as she takes every inch, lips parted in a grin only he can see. Cum shoots so deep she whimpers through clenched teeth—face buried in his neck while fingers dig into flesh for leverage.