Bill Randolph
Suck a lot wife
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, yeah, Danny, fuck me! Ooohhhh, that feels so damn good!" The lithe blonde on the bed writhed in ecstasy, her luscious, naked body glistening with a sweaty sheen as her handsome husband fucked his prick in and out of her syrupy cunthole.
The bed quaked beneath the lovers, and Irene Boyer savored the delicious scents and sounds of their passionate fucking. She was humping up and down, slamming her furry pussy up to meet every one of Dan's fierce fuck-thrusts. She squealed each time their bodies collided and his engorged prick-knob sliced up into the churning depths of her cunt channel. Her larger-than-average tits jiggled and swayed, tantalizing her horny husband's hot gaze as he fucked his cock into her seething fuckhole.
For the twenty-two-year-old wife, her year of marriage had been filled with nights such as this, and Irene could only crave more of the hot action. She had come so far from the shy virgin of her wedding night. Now the lusty blonde needed fucking almost as much as her husband.
Dan's large hands kneaded the pliant flesh of her big tits as he moaned his pleasure. "My fucking balls are on fire, honey!" he gasped. "Shit, your hot pussy drives me wild!"
"I know, darling. I know," she groaned. "Just keep fucking me. Ooohhh, I love it when you bang me so hard with your big prick!"
Her welcoming cunt opened up to his penetrating cock. Her creamy cuntwalls squeezed around the invading fuckmeat, greedily choking his prick as Dan slammed his cock in and out of her pussy. Irene's throbbing little clit seemed to grow as his rubbing cockshaft massaged it while filling her pussy cavity and triggering the steady flow of her clear, sticky fuck juices.
Irene bounced her shapely ass up and down, then started rotating her hips in wide circles, altering the penetration of his tireless prick. She giggled with delight as his pistoning cock attacked her tender cunthole from a different angle, and she impulsively wrapped her long legs around his bucking ass. She clung to her husband, digging her fingernails into his strong, broad shoulders and continued to hump back at his pounding fuck-strokes.
Her love and desire for her husband melted together as she experienced the familiar outpouring of sensation and affection while their bodies locked. She couldn't get enough of him, and it thrilled her to know Dan was constantly hungry for her body.
She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the, troubling feelings of sudden lust she had felt earlier in the evening while chatting with their neighbor, Pete Howell. For weeks, Irene had been making excuses to bump in to the thirty-eight-year-old neighbor, but it wasn't until tonight that she faced up to her behavior.