Her arms snaked around his neck and she drew him down to the bed beside her. She kissed him hard on the mouth. Her tongue pushed between her lips to touch his. She kept her tongue in the warmth of his mouth for a moment, loving the delicious feeling he was giving her.
His hand caressed her back and then dropped to the full curve of her ass. His fingers gently ran over her firm buttocks and brought a low moan from her throat.
"See there, baby?" he said. "I told you you'd like the work. I can pick them."
"Yes," she said. "I want to be used. I want you to love me."
"Love!" he laughed. "Hell, love has nothing to do with it. You want to fuck. You want a big hot cock between your twitching thighs. You just want to be fucked, baby."
"Yes," she agreed. "That's what I want. I want to be fucked. Fuck me!"
He laughed deep in his throat. His fingers continued to explore the lushness of her body. She had a good one. He massaged one tit and felt the nipple grow hard in his fingers. He could hardly wait until he had her blouse off and he could suck on one of her creamy globes.
"God, baby," she moaned.
His fingers found the zipper on her skirt and he deftly undid it. He slipped his hand through the opening to caress her panty-clad buttocks. He ran one finger under her panties and into her already sopping cunt.
"Wet already," he said. "You must be hot for it, baby. Your loving husband must not be poking it to you enough."
She only nodded her head as her lips searched for his once again. She felt that delicious finger creeping between her thighs, playing in her pussy hairs, and it felt really good. She readjusted her position so that she could feel his stiff bulge against her leg.
"Ummm," she said. "Is that thing as big as it feels?"
"Why don't you take it out and find out?" he said.
She was more than willing. Quickly she grasped his zipper and jerked it down. Her small hand went easily into his trousers. He wore no shorts. She felt his hot cock jump as her fingers touched him. She laced her small fingers around his tool and drew him out.
"God," she said. "It's just as big as it felt. Bigger!"
"Kiss it," he demanded.
She brushed her hair back from her eyes and bent her head over his cock. She could see just a spot of cream on the tiny opening.
She flicked it away with her tongue and he groaned. She ran her tongue down the underside of his staff and then back up again. She opened her, mouth and took just the crown into her mouth.
"Shit," he groaned. "Suck me, damn it. Take my cock into your mouth."