Description

Monica Hale was 44, recently divorced, living alone in a gated community. Former trophy wife, now too hot to be stuck in a house with no one to stretch her out. Her curves were dangerous—thick hips, perfect tits, plump lips, and an ass that could make a priest lose his vows.

She hadn't had real dick since her husband's weak pullout game left her cold.

Then came Zay, the new cable technician—6'5", dark-skinned, gold chain glinting, thick thighs, and a bulge that looked illegal. He came to install Wi-Fi.

But Monica's eyes were locked on something way bigger than his modem.

She wore a tank top with no bra and panties that peeked under her short robe. She accidentally dropped things in front of him. Bent over. Touched her chest while asking for help.

Zay didn't say much—until she whispered:

"Can you check my connection... in the back?"

He knew exactly what she meant.

And Monica was about to experience raw, no-holds-barred service she'd never forget.