Samantha 38G is not home, giving her roommate’s husband Tarzan time to push around her bedroom. That’s what he thinks. Going into Sam’s lingerie closet, Tarzan fondles one of her bras, amazed at the size and sniffs a pair of her belts.
Unfortunately, or maybe ultimately fortunately for Tarzan, Sam comes home and goes straight to her bedroom, leaving the thong sniffer trapped in the closet and unable to escape. He freezes, trying not to make noise as Sam, still clothed, decides to give herself a quick spank on her ottoman. Tarzan watches throughout the closet curtain as Sam fingers her cunt and that ladies man tries to not breathe heavily.
Hearing funny sounds coming from her closet, Sam springs out of couch with a shoe in her hand, ready to crack it on the head of a burglar. When that babe sees who it’s, this babe explodes on him. Tarzan cant tell lies his way with out this one. Sam is no sucker. She threatens to shout out to his girlfriend and move Tarzan from the frying pan to the fire. This charmer entreats for lenience and says he’ll do anything to apologize. What Sam wishes is for him to bonk her.
Sam acquires her way. Not that she is done with him after the sex is over.