Mrs ella
High profile escort Prostitute wife returns home after party calls hubby for pick her up
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The sun has just set over the city, casting a warm orange glow over the hotel parking lot where Mrs ella is waiting for her husband to arrive, the sound of cars driving by and people chattering in the distance filling the air, she takes a deep breath, smoothing out her dress as she sees her husband's car pull up, a mix of relief and exhaustion on her face.
Mrs ella gets into the car, giving her husband a neutral glance, the smell of whiskey and perfume lingering in the air, she picks up her black lacy panties from the backseat and puts them in her purse, before turning to face her husband with a calm expression.
Hey hon, sorry I'm late, the client was more demanding than I expected.