Bob Wallace - Wife hot to trot

"I am, whore!" he bellowed, his hands mauling her hips as he fucked his squirting cock into her pussy. "I'm cumming!"

Leah felt as if she were burning up. Her tits heaved as she bucked and twisted on his jabbing cum-squirting cock. She rocked back and forth, her head jerking, her red hair slashing across her contorted face. "Ram it home. Ram it home!"

Craig rammed it home, over and over again. His balls gushed out more thick globs of jism. Spunk sprayed into her pussy, then oozed out as he fucked his cock upward into her squishy heat. He dragged her writhing body over his cock, his ass thumping on the bed. "Baby!" he howled. "Unnnn, baby!"

Jerking and twisting on his cock, Leah screamed about all the things they were going to do. She raked his chest with her nails, her mouth open, spit drooling from her lips. "I'm still creaming, whore master! Aghhh!"

Craig held her as he fucked his prick in and out of her cunt. His balls seemed to hold an endless flow of cum. He creamed again, grunting as he brutally stabbed into her pussy.

"OOOO, Craig. I'm gonna faint!" She thrashed above him, swaying, her tits bouncing. She loved it. Today had been heaven and it was going to get better. She began to shake, her orgasm making the room seem to spin, blurring her vision. "Oooo, Craig!"

Her hands went to her own tits as Craig lunged up into her cunt. She pawed her tits roughly, pinching the nipples, wallowing in the pain. She leaned forward, whacking her tits into his face as she ground her clit into his cock.

"Fucker! Fucker!"

Craig bit her tits, marring the flesh with teeth marks. He snipped at her nipples. Leah's screams echoed in his skull. He lashed up, his balls coated with cum, swinging as his ass pounded the mattress.

Leah shuddered. "Ahhhh!" She collapsed on top of him, crushing his face in her pillowy tits. "Oooo, Craig… the best… Fantastic… fuck of my life!" She was panting, his cock still jabbing into her pussy.

Craig held her, lunged up, emptying his balls in a flurry of quick jabs. "Aghhhh, baby!" he grunted, his hips grinding to a stop.

Leah rolled off, snuggled close. "It's gonna be such fun," she whispered, licking her tongue into his ear. "Every Sunday, a party, getting fucked God, I can't wait until I try the other men."

Craig groaned, thinking about all the other women. "It's gonna beat sleeping late on Sunday morning," he laughed, cradling her in his arms. "Now, how about shutting up? I'm bushed."

Leah was already asleep.