The fresh paint and unpacked boxes don't stand a chance against the wife's insatiable appetite. She leads her husband to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bare mattress and climbing atop him. Her hands roam his body, unbuttoning his shirt and tracing the lines of his muscles. She leans down, her breath hot on his ear, whispering, "I've been dying to suck your cock all day." She makes good on her promise, her mouth descending onto his cock, her tongue flicking and teasing, her lips tight and wet as she takes him deeper, gagging slightly but never losing her rhythm.