Isis Love Has a Kitchen-Obsessed Husband Who Can’t See Shit Over at Brazzers

Sauce-Focused Hubby Misses His Mrs. Getting Some Strange Sauce of Her Own!

They say that what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. In this Brazzers scene, it’s the uncredited non-sex performer who gets the sauce. He’s black, he’s funny, and he’s hot. He’s also about as unaware of his surroundings as it gets. This, of course, is the comic device used so that his cheating wife Isis Love can assure workman Michael Vegas that “Butt Stuff is Cool.”

Isis’ husband is trying to perfect his red sauce in the kitchen before serving it over, well, that’s never established. But he sure is focused on that sauce. So focused that he doesn’t notice his cute wife getting it on with the cute handyman, who proves to be handier than expected. I have no idea why he’s under the kitchen table, but Michael is under the table engaged in some sort of task. Before the scene is two minutes into the action, she’s standing spread-legged and bare pussied over him with one of his screwdrivers up her butt. Cuz it’s cool, presumably. Michael certainly looks impressed from his position on the floor.

Thus invited, Michael latches onto Isis’ genital region with his mouth while she continues to rave about her husband’s cooking. When she goes to feed some of the simmering sauce to the handyman, she spills it on his shirt. An exasperated husband tells her to “Get it in the hole,” and Isis takes the opportunity to fuss over the handyman to the point of taking him to the laundry room and removing his shirt so it can be washed. Her technique for washing laundry involves leaning over the machine to remind Michael that she doesn’t wear panties and then claiming that she’s broken the machine by doing so. When he fulfills his masculine duty by looking at the washer drum, she yanks his pants down enough to eat his ass.

When the poor man tries to stand up, she informs him, “I’m not done with you” and get onto the washer, where she reveals that she somehow has clothespins on her labia, which he has to remove. “Put your fucking cock in there,” she demands, but Michael’s not eager to have more than sauce threw his way by Isis’ husband if they’re caught. Isis assures him that all her husband cares about is cooking. This is a good thing, given how loud she is once the handyman’s cock is introduced to her ass.

And she’s fucking that cock when her sauce-obsessed spouse locates her and wants her to taste his latest level of deliciousness. That makes for an awkward moment, but her oblivious hubby is satisfied with feeding her sauce around a half-open door, unaware that she’s got a cock up her butt.

Once freed of both sauce and husband, Isis takes the hapless Michael into a room where they can have some privacy and fuck on the white couch her husband just bought for her. It takes them a moment to get comfortably situated, but soon she’s riding his lap facing him with his dick in her ass. Their initially tentative thrusts give way to vigorous ass slamming and they move into missionary with a gleeful “wee!” on the part of Isis. Then she impresses the heck out of me by lifting herself from on her back to a cowgirl of sorts, before he taps her clit with his cock, causing her to breathe like she needs an inhaler.

Then the unforgivable happens! Due to an apparently sloppy sense of direction, Michael’s cock slips uninvited into Isis’ pussy, causing her to cry out, “That’s my pussy!” Things get sorted out, inspiring the previously offended woman to evaluate his performance thus, “Oh, wow! You’re so skilled. So fuckin’ skilled.” Well, yeah, once he finds the right hole…

When they switch into reverse, he fingers her from behind and she slaps her pussy while she carries on about the great things happening in her “fuckin’ ass.” There are more great things for her ass and Michael introduces her to them rapidly, picking up her little body from the couch cushions and placing it on the arm of the couch. You know, where everybody likes to have sex.

There is some pillow talk that might be hot, but there’s just no way to hear it. Either it’s spoken too softly, or Isis is gasping too loudly. The throat grabbing and foot worship don’t need a volume indicator, so their ability to arouse remains strong. She slides off of the arm into a modified piledriver that manages to bring Michael’s cock in contact with her pussy yet again.

Perhaps having realized that trying to figure out which lower hole is which is going nowhere, he changes courses and unloads onto her face and tongue. She catches enough to bubble and sputter. Michael, no longer caring that “Butt Stuff is Cool,” wants to know where her husband is. How long can that guy stir sauce and add herbs and spices? To learn the facts about the eventual fate of that all-important pot of sauce, visit Brazzers.com

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