Big Red #4 Lawnmen Cum-Eth

SUNDAY MORNING

Big Red aka Marla, lounged on the couch, her lush curves spilling out from under a loose, open robe. The fabric barely clung to her body, her plump titties jiggling with every shift, her nipples hard and sharp. Her husband sat beside her, his eyes occasionally darting to her exposed flesh as they half-watched the news. The room was warm, the air thick with the scent of her cherry almond body lotion and the faint musk of arousal.

Then, the sound of a lawnmower roared to life outside, followed by the high-pitched whine of a weed eater. Marla's head tilted toward the window, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Landscapers," her husband said, his voice casual but laced with something darker. He glanced at her, his eyes raking over her body. "Bet you won't walk out there and ask if they need anything."

Marla raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "You sure about that?"

Her husband leaned back, his hands resting behind his head. "Oh, I'm sure. But if you do...well, I won't stop you."

Marla stood, her robe falling open completely as she sauntered toward the back door. Her ass jiggled with every step, her tits bouncing as she pushed the screen door open and stepped onto the porch.

The two landscapers froze, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of her. One was lean and wiry, his shirt soaked with sweat, his hands gripping the weed eater. The other was broader, his muscles bulging under his tank top, his hands resting on the lawnmower handle.

"Hey, boys," Marla purred, her voice low and sultry. "You need anything? A drink, maybe?"

The lean one dropped the weed eater, his mouth hanging open. "Holy shit," he breathed, his eyes raking over her body. "You're...fucking perfect."

The broader one stepped forward, his eyes flaring with hunger. "Yeah, a drink sounds good. But I think we'd rather have...you."

Marla laughed, her tits jiggling as she leaned against the porch railing. "Well, come on up, then. Don't be shy."

The two men exchanged a glance before practically sprinting to the porch. The lean one reached her first, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her into a rough kiss. His tongue lashed against hers, his fingers digging into her soft sides as he explored her mouth.

The broader one stepped behind her, his hands gripping her tits, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. "Fuck, you're soft," he growled, his voice dark and dangerous.

Marla moaned, her body arching as the lean one dropped to his knees, his mouth latching onto her pussy. His tongue swirled around her clit, his fingers drilling into her as he devoured her.

The broader one leaned down, his lips latching onto her nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Marla's hands tangled in his hair, her body writhing as the two men worked her over.

Inside, her husband watched from the window, his cock already hard as he took in the sight of his wife being ravaged. He smirked, his hand sliding down to grip himself as he muttered, "That's my girl."

On the porch, the lean one pulled away, his lips glistening with her slickness. "Your turn," he said, nodding to the broader one.

The broader one stepped forward, his cock already hard and glistening as he positioned himself at her entrance. He thrust into her with a groan, his cock stretching her as he pounded into her with a force that made the porch creak.

The lean one climbed onto the porch railing, his cock--short but thick--pressing against her lips. "Suck," he commanded, his voice sharp as a whip.

Marla obeyed, her lips stretching around his girth as she took him into her mouth. The broader one's hands gripped her hips, his nails digging into her flesh as he pounded into her, his cock hitting all the right spots.

When they finally came, it was guttural, their cum flooding her depths and coating her lips. Marla collapsed onto the porch, her body trembling as the two men pulled away, their smirks widening as they grabbed their tools and headed back to work.

Marla stumbled back inside, her body still humming from the encounter. Her husband glanced up from the couch, his smirk widening as he took in the sight of her.

"Well?" he asked, his voice casual but laced with something naughty. "Did they need anything?"

Marla laughed, her tits jiggling as she flopped onto the couch beside him. "Yeah," she purred. "They needed me."