Casey doesn’t feel like working. She feels like fucking. Hey, that kind of thing happens around here all the time. So, when some married man comes into her florist looking for some makeup flowers because he cheated on his wife, Casey doesn’t see what the big deal is. Hey, so he fucked another woman. Casey wouldn’t care. Her hubby fucks around all the time, and she’s okay with that. As long as she gets her share of strange cock, too. You can guess what happens next. Married man decides that Casey’s his kind of woman, and when she gets down on her knees and starts sucking his cock, he doesn’t stop her. Wife? What wife? Flowers? What flowers?
