Ace Thrower

was waxed and tanned a rich olive tone. Her dark hair was freshly styled into lavish curls. A thousand dollars of the most salacious and slutty lingerie hid in her closet, all of it recently charged to her husband’s credit card. She had even starved herself the past few days, a last ditch effort to further tighten her supermodel physique and empty her stomach for helpings of thick rich cum. An hour later the doorbell rang. Lisa slowly opened the door and revealed herself. Richard soaked her in. She stood in the doorway wearing a black sheer robe held by a single loose knot, barely concealing her black lace bra and panties. Fishnets and leather knee-high stiletto boots sculpted her legs. Her hair was up, her elegant necked adorned with a diamond-studded choke collar. He grinned, handsome like