Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

Craig growled. She was humping his leg and chewing on his prick. "In your mouth, honey. Suck it!" He jerked up, gouging his knee into her cunt.

"Ahhhh," she moaned. Her pussy went into spasm. She twisted his cock and lifted her head, gobbling his prick between her lips.

"Yeah." Craig moaned. Her sucking mouth was churning the cum in his balls.

Mild orgasms trickled through her pussy. She sucked, drooling her spit on his cock. Her cunt drooled, soaking him in warm, sticky cream. "Mrnmmmm," she hummed, her mouth filling with the head of his dick.

Craig lunged up, driving his prick along the roof of her mouth. "All of it!" He lunged again, clogging her throat with his bell-shaped cockhead.

Eileen took his prick in deep, swirled her tongue over his shaft. Working her hips and keeping his knee bathed in pussy-cream, she sucked, grating her teeth along his shaft. Her cunt contracted, but there was nothing to squeeze. It was all in her mouth.

Craig's stretching and squirming, found a large creamy tit. He pulled, twisted, squeezed. It was soft, pliant, silky in his gripping hand. He hinged up as his fingers tightened on the soft meat of her pulpy tit.

Eileen's face turned red. The pain from his viselike grip was agony. She sank her teeth into his shaft and heard him howl. The pressure eased on her tit and she reined her jaw on his cock.

"Mmmm," she sighed. One quick push buried the entire length of his prick in her mouth. Her lips mashed into his groin. Cock hair tickled her nose. His prick was throbbing deep in her throat. She was in heaven.

Craig arched his back, his legs stiffening. Slamming up, he smashed his groin into her face. Grunting, he fell back, his prick a prisoner in his wife's hot, sucking mouth.

With Craig still, Eileen feasted on his cock as if she hadn't sucked a prick in months. She forgot about bathing Craig's knee in cunt juice. All she concentrated on was his cock. She bobbed her head as his cock plunged in and out of her mouth. Warm saliva kept his cock coated for fast plunging action. She took him deep, dragged her teeth back, then sucked when only the head of his cock was in her mouth.

"Eileen! Eileen!" He lunged up, meeting her halfway. His balls swelled. His cock felt as if it were going to burst. "No more! Christ, stop!"

In her lust-dulled mind, she heard him howl. His prick was swelling in her mouth, throbbing erratically. It finally seeped in. Gasping, she pulled her mouth off his prick.

"God, I got carried away."

"Get on your back, honey," he groaned. He stared at her beautiful face. "Get on your back and let me put this where we both want it."

"Where's that?" she giggled. She grabbed his cock and squeezed.

"Your pussy," he groaned, twisting under her exquisite torture.

"I'm ready," she mewled. "Wet and ready." She straddled his hard cock. "Feel this." She pressed down, squeezing his cock between his groin and her pussy.

"Christ, you're wet." He squirmed as pussy juice bathed his dick.

"Mmmmm, feels fabulous." She jerked her hips, dragging her cunt along his shaft. She leered down and saw the bloated head of his prick peek out. It was drenched in juice. "Mrnmm, looks fabulous."

Craig growled and grabbed her tits. He pulled. "In your pussy, honey. Now!"

Eileen squirmed and lifted her hips. She felt the head of his prick slip between the folds of her pussy. "Ewwwww, it knows just where to go."

Her eyes danced with lust and devilment.

She wriggled, swallowing the head of his cock into her cunt. "Mmmmmm."

Craig was out of his head. He released her tits and grabbed her hips and slammed her onto his prick. With his cock buried to the hilt, he relaxed, content for the moment to enjoy the spongy muscles and hot, juicy heat of her pussy.

"Oooo, Craig." She leaned back, balancing herself on stiff arms. The action bent his prick. "Oooo, I feel it." She rolled her hips, her eyes floating toward the ceiling. It was spinning.

Craig's prick felt as if his cock was going to snap off. He growled like a wounded bear, then reached for and mangled her tits. Jabbing into her cunt, he pulled her down to his mouth. He devoured her, chewing and sucking on her eager lips.

Eileen squirmed and twisted her hips. She attacked his mouth, matching his desire. She ground her cunt down, gurgling as his tongue plunged into her mouth.

With his hands full of tittie meat, Craig plowed up into her pussy. His nuts ached painfully. Her nipples, like hot coals, burned into the palms of his hands.

Eileen crushed her clit into his hard groin. Lights flashed behind her fluttering eyes as she feasted on his mouth and milked his cock. Gurgling, she struggled, breaking free of his mouth.

"Oh, Craig. I'm having a ball. This is all we need. We don't need others."

"You're right." He lunged up, skewering her cunt with his cock. "I was a fool."

"We both were," she moaned. His lunging stab made her cream. She straightened up and looked down at his hands mauling her tittie flesh. "Mmmmm, I love it!" She humped, twisted her hips. "You're in so deep, my husband. So wonderfully deep!"

Craig brought her squirming, impaled body into his arms. He rolled, winding up on top, his prick still buried.

"Ooooo, Craig!" She gazed up, her violet eyes adoring him. "Fuck me. Fuck me!" She raked his arms, chest and shoulders with her nails.

Craig grinned hotly. He eased back, watching the color drain from her face, enjoying the panic in her eyes. He jammed his hips forward, watching her face flush and her eyes bulge. He repeated it over and over again.

Eileen was in bliss. She thrashed beneath him, thrilled with his long, cunt-stuffing strokes. She lunged back, grinding her hips.

"Ooooo, Craig. I'm creaming all over."

"I feel it, honey. My cock is soaked and so are my balls." He slammed hard, his body fused to hers. He ground his hips, his cock twisting inside her vat of soupy pussy-cream.

"Unnnn," she moaned, her clit mangled, her cunt stuffed. "Oooo, Craig!" She twisted her own hips, destroying her clit again. "Aghhhhh!"

Craig's stroking cock quickened. "I'm going to make you cream like never before." His pounding stabs became more brutal.

"I know… I know!" she squealed. "Do it. Make me cream. Make me cum!"

Their bodies clashed. Craig slammed down. Eileen lunged up. The bed was squeaking, groaning under their pounding weight. Hard slapping smacks echoed in the room each time their bodies fused together. Their groans added to the erotic noises in the bedroom.

"I'm ready, honey. My balls are gonna bust!" His voice was ragged, coated with lust. "I'm gonna cum. Feel my cock?"

"Yessss," she hissed. She caught his maddening pace. "Fill me, Craig. Cream my pussy. Drown me." She used her body as a battering ram, smashing it into his hard driving frame.

Moaning, her tits flopping, nipples swollen and sore, she continued to thrust her body up into Craig's. Her clit was raw and felt as if it were on fire. She jerked her hips, climbing and clawing her way toward the peak of her own orgasm.

"I'm there too!" she squealed. "Oooo, Craig. It's going to happen."

Craig's punching jabs powered her twisting body back into the mattress. His balls churned, ready to erupt. Arms stiff, he leered down into her screaming face.

Eileen's dilated glazed eyes found her husband's lust-etched face. "I'm cuming!" she screeched. Her voice filled the room. "I'm creaming!" Her cunt exploded. Pussycum – juicy, hot, and flowing – flooded her cock-stuffed cunt. The scalding cum washed over Craig's piercing prick, keeping it coated in milky white.

Craig's cock skewered her mushy, creamy hole. The hot, greasing juices lubricated his plowing shaft. His stabbing prick throbbed inside her pulsing pussy hole. Muscles tugged, pulled on his shaft, urging the load in his balls to erupt.