Stacy Cruz is so frustrated when she gets home from work. She drops her jacket and her bag, then flops on the couch. That's where her husband, Stanley Johnson finds her. Instantly understanding, Stanley lets Stacy vent while he rubs her calf and then begins kissing and massaging her feet.
That kind of loving is exactly what Stacy needs, especially when Stanley's increasingly urgent mouth and hands work their way to Stacy's pussy. There, Stanley relieves his love of her stockings and then splays her thighs to accommodate him between them. He settles in, lapping lovingly at Stacy's twat until he moves further up to make sure her titties don't feel neglected, either.
Relieved of her clothing, Stacy turns the tables on Stanley. She eases him onto his back and pops his stiffie out so she can wrap her lips around him. Sucking him down is satisfying, but what Stacy really craves is the feeling of that nice cock inside her. Crawling on top of Stanley, Stacy slides down until she's fully impaled and riding like a champ.
