Casey doesn’t feel like working. This babe feels like fucking. Hey, that kind of thing happens around here all the time. So, when some married fellow comes into her florist shop looking for some makeup flowers because this ladies man cheated on his wife, Casey doesn’t see what the large deal is. Hey, so this woman chaser fucked another mistresse. Casey would not care. Her spouse bonks around all the time, and she’s ok with that. As long as she receives her share of strange jock, likewise. You can guess what happens next. Married lady-killer gives a decision that Casey is his kind of woman, and when she acquires down on her knees and begins engulfing his ramrod, that chap doesn’t stop her. Wife? What wife? Flowers? What flowers?
