Treating Her Right

In the dim glow of suburban shadows, Joy Adams (Krissy Lynn) seethes with raw frustration, her husband's limp excuses leaving her pussy aching and ignored for months. He's turned cold, his jealousy flaring at the sight of neighbor kid Noah (Ricky Spanish) stealing glances through their blinds, his eyes hungry for her curves. But Joy's done begging for his touch—why should he grudge her desire when he's left her starving? After their latest blowout, hubby bolts, slamming the door. Joy smirks, heat pooling between her thighs. No more games; that eager young stud's right there, cock probably throbbing from all his peeping. She strips slow and deliberate in front of the wide-open window, sliding into sheer lace panties that hug her ass and sky-high heels that scream fuck me. Her body sways like a siren's call, tits heaving as she knows he's watching, hidden in the dark. She glides to the glass, voice husky and demanding: 'You've ogled me bare... now strip for me, Noah. Come inside and fuck away this itch.' Heart pounding, he vaults through, his bulge straining. Joy pounces, lips crashing, hands yanking his jeans down to free his hard shaft. She drops to her knees, sucking him deep with wet, urgent slurps, but as he grips her hair and growls promises of forever, her playful fling twists into his dark obsession—will she escape this possessive fire before it consumes her? Inspired by Pure Taboo fan NightOwl61a.