Bob Wallace: Hot naughty wife

Dizzy with passion, she sucked with wild abandonment. She used her teeth and her tongue at the same time. They were opposite sensations – smooth strokes and pinching nips – blending into a collage of excitement and exquisite pleasure. Faster and faster she performed her newly discovered talent on Ray's stiff cock. Suddenly, it clicked in the back of her lust-dazed mind. Ray was about to cum! Immediately she ground to a halt, stopping her mouth in the midst of a suck. Slowly, as Ray moaned loudly, she eased her mouth off his stiff-beamed cock.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he grumbled, his face screwed up in lust and torment. His gray eyes smoldered. "Jesus Christ, Patsy, you're a fuckin' prick-teasing little bitch!"

"I know what I'm doing," she purred like a contented cat, rocking back on her haunches. "I want you in my pussy. I'm not wasting your cum in my mouth." She stood up, a hot, exciting move. "You want me, take me." She trembled anxiously.

Ray got to his feet, grabbed the young blonde, and crushed her soft, yielding body into him. His cock, wet with her spit, burned into the tender flesh of her belly. His hands roamed over her slender back and down to the flare of her hips and ass, where the pink panties still concealed the best of her parts. He grabbed a fistful of material and yanked. The lace ripped easily.

Patsy gasped, wiggling out of his arms. "You ripped Gretchen's panties!" She stepped back, bare-ass naked. Her hand dipped into her juicy cunt. "Take off your clothes and fuck me, Ray." She rubbed her cunt gash while Ray dropped his pants and kicked them aside. "Take off everything, Ray."

Placing her juice-stained fingers to her mouth, she licked. Purring, she snatched up the warm, wet coating of her own cunt juice with her tongue and watched Ray undress.

"Now, baby," he groaned as he grabbed for her. He pulled her back into his arms, crushing her bloated tits against his chest. Her nipples, rosy and hot, burned into his bare skin. "You're a real hot little bitch!"

"I hope you can cool me off," she gasped, squirming feverishly against his hard body, reveling in his firm muscles and jutting cock. She nipped at his broad chest, tormenting him, urging him on with her energetic mouth.

Slowly they dropped to the floor. Patsy wound up on her back with Ray on top of her between her outstretched legs, his cock poised at the entrance to her wet, overheated pussy. Leaning on stiff arms, he gazed down into her beautiful face and saw a younger version of his wife. His groin tensed. His churning cum felt like fire inside his balls, and Patsy's gorgeous body fanned the flames.

"Fuck me, Ray," she purred, writhing on her back, caressing his lean, tense face with long fingers and urgent strokes. "Fuck me like you would Gretchen." She rocked her hips and felt the head of his prick brush against the puffy lobes of her cunt. "Now!"

Ray gave her a triumphant leer. "When I'm ready."

"Oooh, noooo," she whimpered. "Fuck me, Ray… fuck me!"

Lust consumed her. She craved his cock, needed it to extinguish the tire that raged out of control in her pussy, a fire she herself had started only a short time ago when she decided to seduce her sister's husband. "Fuck me!" She lunged up to capture his stiff cock.

"No," he groaned, deftly easing back his hips. He made it impossible for Patsy to engulf his cock with her juicy pussy. "No!" He enjoyed tormenting her, wanting her to suffer as he had suffered her torment. It fed the flames of his passion, and he steeled himself to hold out a few moments longer.

His gray eyes flowed up and down her gorgeous body. She looked exquisite beneath him, all passion, all hot flesh, ready and anxious for his cock. It had been a long time since he and Gretchen had played games like this. He wallowed in each passing second.

"Ray! Ray!" She scratched his burly arms, a tigress demanding satisfaction. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She squirmed, lunging up only to be denied the hard-muscled cock she craved. She rotated her hips in urgency, but he held back.

"You want my cock?" His tense voice was a hollow whisper.

"Yessss," she hissed back, clawing his taut body. "Your cock! Yes! Fuck me!" Her head was reeling. Her body was being denied the pleasure it craved!

"Like this?" he eased the bloated head of his cock between the puffy folds of her cunt.

Patsy went wild. "Yeahhhh!" She twisted and wrenched her hips. The head of his overgrown cock stretched her, torturing her. It was only an appetizer, and the main course was needed. "More! More!"

The head of his cock was in a vat of scalding pussy juice. Ray was no longer able to ignore the rumbling ache in his cock and balls. Like Patsy, he needed to be satisfied. "This?" He slammed brutally hard, driving his cock in to the root.

Patsy screamed. "Yes!" She ground her body into his in response. Her cunt mashed into the hardness of his groin. She felt his throbbing cockshaft deep inside her clenching pussy. Cunt muscles clung greedily and bathed his hard shaft in hot slick pussy juice. Pulsing squeezes gripped the length of his aching prick. "Ooooo, Ray!"

He held firm, not moving, afraid he would lose control. She was a caldron, a boiling caldron of heat. It felt like his cock would be burned alive in her hot, seething cunt. When he started to rock his hips, the action gouged the swollen head of his prick into the soft oozing muscles of her pulsing pussy.

Patsy pulled herself up and chewed like a demented animal on his neck, shoulders, and tense-muscled arms. Whimpering, she chewed and licked. Her hips rotated constantly, even in this strained posit ion. Her strength was quickly ebbing, and she was unable to keep her upper body fused with his. She fell back to the floor, her blue eyes floating in their sockets.

"Fuck me, Ray! Fuck me like you would Gretchen." It was the plea of a child in a woman's body. "Please."

Ray eased back. Her cunt refused to give up his cock, tugging and grabbing his shaft when he pulled out slowly. He stopped, the bloated head of his cock remaining inside her twisting body. Then, without warning, he slammed into her, driving his whimpering sister-in-law back into the carpet.

This time he didn't stop. He eased his prick out to the tip, then slammed back into her writhing body, sinking his cock in to the root. He repeated the slamming sequence until Patsy howled in utter ecstasy.

This was what Patsy wanted, craved, what she couldn't live without. She clutched his body, humped to meet each long, arduous stroke, squeezed every ounce of pleasure from it, then squealed in a zealous rage when he slipped it back out again.

"Faster! Faster!" The slow, teasing strokes were becoming unbearable. Her body writhed in convulsions. Her nipples swelled, the large, creamy tit-globes floundering on her chest as she gasped and wheezed for air. Her body quaked with an overwhelming need to be satisfied.

Ray had reached the end of his will-power. It melted away under the fiery exhibition Patsy was performing beneath him. Restraint gone, he became an animal, an animal determined to ravage the whimpering hot sex kitten beneath him.

He roared loudly, his head snapping back. The cords in his neck bulged. Slamming with harder force, more vigor, he shortened his strokes. He took them both on a one-way ride into their approaching climaxes. Harder and harder, he pummeled her pussy with his massive cock.

"Yes!" she shrieked, quickly catching his rhythm. "Yes!" She matched him thrust for lunge and drove her body head-long into his. Hard crushing blows ground her cunt into a raw throbbing piece of exposed meat.

"Ray! Yes! I'm there! Take me! Make me cream!" Each word, each upward thrust, took her closer to her orgasm.

Ray's urgent pace became even faster, rabid, violent thrusts. His swelling cock bludgeoned her pussy and catapulted his screaming sister-in-law into her orgasm. He felt the storm inside her cunt when he plowed her to the hilt, her gushing cunt-cream and out-of-control pussy muscles bombarded his drilling cock.