Bob Wallace - Eager hot wife

"Ohhh, Joanne," he groaned as her greedy mouth inflamed him. He squirmed on the bed as she chewed, sinking her teeth into his flesh. "Suck it, baby! Suck me!"

Joanne wanted only to please her husband. She gripped his cock in her fist and slopped her tongue all over every inch of his thick veiny shaft, soaking him, wallowing in his cock – the only cock she truly wanted. "Oh, Brad," she moaned, kissing his prick and sucking the thin skin that covered the powerful meaty muscle. "I love you so." She stroked his prick with adoration and love, her tongue fluttering all over his groin, balls, cockshaft, and thighs.

"Unnnnn," he groaned under her worshiping manipulations. "Let's fuck! I want your pussy!"

"Soon, my darling. Soon." She licked him lavishly, treating his prick to the best blow job and chewing it had ever received. She was inspired. She rolled him over and reamed out his ass, catering to his every desire. She licked behind his balls and up his dark ass crack. She chewed his soft ass cheeks, her hand underneath his taut muscular body, her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.

"Jesssssssus!" he groaned, twisting on her hand. He forced her away from his ass and rolled over, his cock towering high in the air. He grabbed her, but she moved away like a cat and smiled hotly.

"We'll fuck soon. I want to enjoy you before you fill my pussy with this." She smacked his prick playfully with her hand, totally relaxed with her husband, a thing she wasn't able to achieve with the others. She slapped his prick again, watching it twitch.

He grabbed for her again, laughing. For the moment, the things she did and what he had instigated were gone from his mind. "You hot little bitch."

She rolled out from his grasp. "You're going to suck it, before you can fuck it, honey," she moaned. She crawled up over him, straddling his body and head.

"Put it here," he said, licking his lips. "I'll suck you till you cry for my cock."

"I know! I know!" she moaned, adjusting herself over his shoulders. As she scooted up his chest, her hot wet pussy left a trail of pussy juice. She angled her pussy over his mouth, trembling with joy.

Brad gripped her full, rounded hips in his hands, kneading the soft ivory flesh. He glared up at her red inviting gash and brought her pussy down to his waiting mouth, jamming his tongue up inside her wet pulsing cunt canal.

"Ahhhhh," Joanne wailed, grinding her pussy down on her husband's face. "Brad! Brad!" She rotated her hips in an endless circle, soaking his face with her creamy flowing juice. She leaned forward, resting against the headboard, her hips jerking spastically as she fucked her husband's face with her squishy cunt.

Brad smoothed his hands around to her ass, teasing her crack with his fingers. He weaved his way through the wet hair of her pussy and slapped her exposed clit with his tongue. He snaked his wiggling tongue up into her pussy again, thrilling to her greedy cunt muscles as they attempted to capture him.

"Suck! Suck!" Joanne cried, deliriously happy that she had her husband back. "Ohhhh, suck me, Brad!"

Brad sucked, eager to please her, wanting to forget the despicable things that had happened. He drew her clit into his mouth and chewed on it, making Joanne writhe on his face. He swiped his tongue across the tip with a sweeping motion, driving her mad with passion.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she whimpered, tiny erratic explosions popping off in her pussy as he sucked and lashed her clit. She humped his face with frantic little jerks while exquisite separate orgasms swirled through her body like ripples in a brook. "Ooooooooohhh!"

His cock was ready and aching for her cunt. He pulled her off his face, knocking her flat on her back, her legs flying out in a wide vee, her red swollen cunt exposed through the wet lace of her open crotch. He scrambled over and mounted her, leering into her face, his eyes covered with a film of lust.

She gazed up at him, her face flooded with a passion of her own. "Fuck me, my darling. Fuck me!" She clung to him, desperate to have his wonderful prick buried inside her pussy. "I want only you."

He grabbed the lace bra, tearing it from her body, freeing her huge globes of milky-white tittie flesh. He pushed his cock at her receptive cunt, feeling the lace as his cock sliced through the crotchless panties and into her dripping snatch.

"Ohhhh, I'm in heaven, Brad!" she cried out joyously. Her legs snaked around his back, holding him captive within her cunt. "I'll never let you go."

"You bitch," he snarled, his passion turning to jealousy. He remembered the photos and her body being used by those strangers. He stabbed his cock viciously into her scalding hot pussy. With each job of his cock, he shouted. "Bitch! Bitch!"

"Yes, my darling," she sobbed, the pleasure of his cock and the pain of what she had done mixing in a fuzzy world of hatred for herself and love for her husband.

She forced the thought from her mind. "You made me," she gasped, slamming her pussy up at him. "I did it to hurt you." She slammed her body at him again. "I did it to repay the hurt of not having your trust." She clawed his back, drawing blood.

Brad howled, the stinging pain burning his mind. He whacked his hard powerful body at her, trying to give her pain in return for her adulterous affairs. His cock throbbed incessantly inside her warm body, her pussy muscles clouding his mind.

"Fuck meeeee!" she screamed, humping her pussy at his prick, stroking her cunt hole along his shaft, driving him crazy as he held his hips still, trying to blot from his mind the photos and what they represented.

She saw the pain in his eyes and began to cry, her passion heightening her emotions. "They never meant a thing to me," she moaned, trying to draw his cock deeper into her pussy. "I want only you."

"Whore!" he spat. He smacked her across the face, the sound echoing.

"Bastard!" she cried back, slapping him back and reddening his cheek. She hated him at this moment, as much as he hated her. "Bastard!" She lunged up at him, digging her heels into his back, hurting him as much as she could.

Brad twisted his cock in her pussy, making her groan in a blend of pain and pleasure. Her net stockings were rubbing against his flesh, her crotchless panties clinging to his wet shaft and her garter belt snaps were digging into his side. All of the petty irritants, that at other times would have added to his passion, now detracted from it. With a viciousness he didn't know he possessed, he pulled his prick out of her pussy.

"Oooohhhh, nooooo!" she screamed, believing he was going to leave her.

"Nooooo! Don't leave meeeee?"

Brad looked at her, loving her more at this moment than ever before. It was the clothes. They were keeping them apart. With passion fogging his brain, he didn't bother to explain. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of her panties and yanked. The skimpy material came away in his hand.

Joanne screamed, not knowing what he was doing. "Fuck meeee!"

He tore at the garter belt and stockings, ripping them from her body, freeing her soft ivory flesh for his eyes to feast upon and his body to touch. He tore her stockings, throwing everything on the floor.

Horrified and frightened, Joanne looked up timidly, her green eyes like glass, her body completely vulnerable and naked. "What… what are… you going to do?" she cried her sobs racking her lungs.

"Fuck you," he growled, climbing back on top of his beautiful wife, his body no longer irritated by her clothes. "I'm going to fuck you."

"Ohhhhh, my darling," she gasped, ready to accept him, needing his love and his cock. "Do it now!"

He shoved his prick into her gaping pussy, burying it with a hungry fast jab. His arms slipped underneath her body, bringing her to him as he began the long steady climb to the summit of their passion.