Hosing her in his nut. Mature sex “You want me to cum in you?”
“Fill my pussy, my love.” She kissed his cheek softly. Right there. But he didn’t let up. And he kept cumming. He convulsed. He dropped her near the sofa. A greedy cock-hungry motion. “There’s my favorite trophy wife.”
She batted her dark eyelashes at him. Good thing I’m on the pill. I’m a bad girl.”
“And a terrible wife.”
She smiled over her shoulder. Watching him the whole time. “Christ almighty, I missed this body,” he said. “They’re yours. Cause they’re YOURS.”
His body clenched as she tit-fucked him. A greedy cock-hungry motion. And don’t dare clean up. Then she turned and strutted across the room and stood before him, glorious in the twilight, and danced gently. Soaking her inner most passages. “What a shame.”
“For him,” she said. She leaned on her hip, her legs powerful and tan and toned, leading up toward a tight freshly waxed bald pussy. “God, yes. “You like that cream?” he asked.
