Wife on the loose (McCoy) - страница 2

The only problem was that sometimes Tom felt his wife's sexiness was too much. It tired him out – just the thought of trying to keep up with her. She was always ready for it. Tom suspected that, if he could give it to her, Heather would be fucking twenty-four hours out of the day.

It made him proud, though, to see the way other men looked at him when he was with her. Pure envy! And it was easy to see why. In the dim glow of the night light, her red hair shone around her lovely face. Her full lips ovaled provocatively around, his thick prick. She was kneeling over his cock, and her round ass-cheeks thrust enticingly into the air. Her lust tits swayed beneath her. He reached down and cupped one ripe tit in his hand. She groaned.

"Mmmm, Tommy…" Her words were scarcely audible as she continued to work her mouth up and down over her husband's palpitating dick.

Heather was enjoying immensely the perverse thrill of seducing her own husband. Despite his earlier indifference, Tom was as eager now for satisfaction as she herself was. She could feel her cunt-juice flowing from her throbbing pussy. Her twat was hot and eager, ready for action. But she was willing to wait the extra few minutes, to bring her husband up to an urgent peak of need. Then she would get him to fuck her.

With tireless enthusiasm, she bobbed her head up and down over Tom's cock. Her tongue probed and tantalized the little slit in his cock-tip and the rubbery ridge that framed his knob. She loved the resilient feel of his prick in her mouth. For a moment, she allowed herself to think about how good that hard rod would feel in her pussy. The thought alone made the juices overflow her cunt and trickle along her thigh. Her twat throbbed with the need to be filled… with something long and hard and thick.

Tom was feeling completely abandoned. He was lying back against his pillow, his hands clutching at the sheet beneath him for moral support. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the liquid softness of her mouth making love to his cock. He could feel the blood thumping in his prick. The urge to blow was strong.

"Oooobh, Heather baby! You sure do that nice! Aahhhh! Shit!" As his excitement became more intense, he thrust his hips up against her face, sending his cock surging deep into her throat.

She gagged slightly once, but she managed to open her throat and take his deep cock-thrusts into her mouth. There was no point in trying to stab his cock with her tongue now. He was past that point. He wanted to use her mouth like a cunt, to fuck deep and rhythmically into her obscenely defiled throat.