🎥💦 NEW EPISODE — GOOD ANGLE POV 🤓

Star quarterback makes the hot neighbor a unique offer to turn her man into a superstar! 🌹

@tylerfaith ❤️❤️❤️

After football practice ended I found a folded note in my locker telling me to come see my friend, the rookie wide receiver, over at the house where he grew up, a place I already walked into nearly every day and where I already knew the woman who lived there well enough to stop knocking. I drove over expecting him on the couch with tape on his hands, but the driveway held only her car, and when I came around the side gate she was alone in the yard on a low lounge chair, skin glazed with oil, bikini strings cutting pale lines into a deep tan, thighs parted just enough that the late light slid between them. She looked fucking hot, hotter than she ever did when he was home, and she lifted her sunglasses and told me she had been watching me play, watching my arm, watching the way the ball left my hand. Heat climbed straight into my groin at that. She said she wanted me throwing to him more, feeding him routes so he could haul in touchdowns, stack film, and lock a regular spot on the team next season. I agreed that would be good for him, then I told her I wanted a little more than a handshake. I decided right there in the sun to get something in return for my fair share. This was non-negotiable. I wanted what her husband got, only a little of it, nothing crazy, not her whole life, just her mouth. She offered to cover me another way and I laughed because I already had plenty and did not need another envelope. What I wanted was the thing I was not supposed to have and the thing an envelope could not buy: her lips stretched around me. She went quiet, oil shining on her collarbones, then led me through the sliding door into the back room where the blinds were half drawn and the air smelled like coconut lotion and warm fabric. She was shaking. Hesitant did not cover it. She did not want this, her hands unsteady at her sides, her mouth tight, but she knew it was the only way to make her man a star and that I was the only person who could help her. I stood with my shorts shoved down and my cock already thick and heavy, and she finally sank to her knees on the rug, the tan lines on her hips stark against the carpet. She took me in slowly at first, lips parting, tongue cautious, a wet heat closing over the head while her eyes stayed wide. I asked her about her husband while she had me in her mouth, voice low, telling her I knew her mouth would feel this good, that I had been waiting so long for this. She slid up and down my shaft in a slick, messy rhythm, spit shining on her chin, cheeks hollowing, the wet sound filling the quiet room, and she stared straight into my eyes the whole time she sucked me off so fucking good, throat working each time she took me deeper. She pulled off just long enough to tell me to shut the fuck up, voice rough, then sealed her lips around me again and worked me harder, hand twisting at the base, tongue pressing the underside. It was so good to get sucked off by my friend’s woman, a secret that definitely could not leave this room. Tension coiled low in my stomach as her mouth grew sloppier, hotter, her hesitation cracking into something hungrier she could not quite hide. Just as I got close I gripped the back of her head and busted inside her mouth, thick pulses flooding her tongue, and she swallowed it whole, throat flexing, not spilling a drop, lips still wrapped around me until I eased out. She stayed on her knees, mouth glossy, chest rising, and however hesitant she had been I knew she enjoyed it a little bit, knew how hot she thought I was from the way her eyes had stayed locked on mine and the way her tongue had chased the last of it. After being inside her mouth I told her I was going to go ahead and make her man a star, extra targets, clean throws, the film that gets a rookie noticed, and she looked so thankful it almost softened the whole filthy bargain. I hoped her husband never finds out.