Right in front of my salad, again!?
Jaxton Wheeler felt bad for fucking the private chef he hired to make his wife a romantic dinner, so he hires a masseur to relieve some of her stress and anger. But when Luke Adams walks in, all thoughts of making things up to his wife seem to rush out of his head as his blood flows into his cock.
So while she's tossing her salad, Jaxton and Luke have their eyes on some meat, and it doesn't take long for them to get their mouths and asses involved as well. When he wife catches them in the act, fucking in front of her salad, again, she runs out of the room. Maybe she needs to stop eating salads?