Make My Hotwife Squirt

To quote the immortal bard, “If hotwives be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it.” In Make My Hotwife Squirt, director Paul Woodcrest deftly combines the glory of non-monogamy and gushing pussies to give us this premium-grade fucking package. Proud trophy wife Jesse Pony is all about pleasing her man, especially if that means fucking other men. If you know Jesse’s work, then you know what to expect: balls-deep blowjob skills, eye-popping dirty talk and a spray radius wider than the splash zone at Cirque du Soleil’s O. Like a woman possessed, she begs for a point-blank facial and gets exactly what she wants/deserves. For newly anointed hotwife Skylar Snow, marriage isn’t the end of discovery; it’s just the beginning. And so she finds herself squaring off against the biggest cock she’s ever seen (let alone stuffed in her voracious holes), her juicy coochie spurting forth like a broken aqueduct. Pickup artist Payton Preslee and her massive 36F all-naturals gets lucky at the park, sucking Michael Stefano in plain sight before dashing back to hers, where they finish the deed. And while this isn’t a competition, Payton’s scene is probably more remarkable for the face-fucking (A+!) than her adequate (yet admirable) emissions. Speaking of phenomenal tits, Ember Snow is going to town on her clit when she gets a surprise visit from side piece Ramon Nomar. He makes her taste the sweet, sticky mess between her legs before she inhales his uncircumcised euro cock with dutiful devotion. Ramon knows just how to work Ember’s G-spot, opening her up with that deep-dick action and voodoo hand magic. By the time he’s blasting her tits in hot jism, Ember is soaked to the bone in her own juices. Ambitious in scope, Make My Hotwife Squirt exceeds expectations by delivering the goods: hot fucking action and babes who bring it. —W.L.