Bob Wallace: Overeager orgy wife

Like bobbing for apples, Carl sank his teeth into a swollen red nipple. He sucked her tit and hanged with his cock. He fucked her pussy with fury while sucking her firm and pulpy tits. His hands mauled her soft body, then moved down her hips where he held her. He sucked and fucked alternating, lunged and sucked as if it were his mouth that drew his cock into her pussy.

Barbara luxuriated in the happiness she felt. Her head lolled, her hair falling into his face as he sucked on her tits. She watched him eat her tits and used her cunt muscles to milk his fucking cock.

Pulling her tit from his mouth, she sat up, jutting her tits out, truly proud of them. She rocked her hips and fucked forward, watching her husband's handsome face. She fucked again and again, spiraling upward with each delicious second. Her orgasm was building.

Carl, insane with passion and love for his wife, grabbed her and rolled, a fluid move that had him on top, her on the bottom, and his cock in command. "Now we fuck, my darling wife. Game time is over!"

She squealed in happiness, wanting him in control, wanting him to back her into insensibility. "Yessss! FUCK ME!"

With long hard demanding fuck-strokes, he pounded her cunt. His groin slammed hard against her pussy mound, mashing her clit. His prick sliced deep into each fuck-thrust, then he eased back, leaving a pulsing oozing wet void that he quickly filled again with another hardhitting thrust. He repeated this slow torturous process until his skull was a screaming echo writhing beneath him.

"Ohhhhhh, God! Aghhhhhhh!" she screamed, her hips lunging, her pussy grabbing his cock, adding to the pleasure of his slow deliberate fucking. She writhed in bliss, her tits rolling, her head jerking from side to side, whimpering moans escaping her spittle drooling mouth.

"Un! Un! Un!" she panted, arching up with each fuck-thrust of his cunt-splitting cock. "Harder! Faster! Take me all the waaaaay!" She became a beast, a writhing fucking beast, clawing and battling his pounding body with love and adoration.

Carl heeded his wife's insane screams and shortened his fuck-strokes. He began the fast roller-coaster ride to the summit.

"Yesssss!" she hissed as she increased her fuck-lunges to match his. "All the waaaaay!" Her legs shot out, then slammed back, her heels sinking into his sinewy muscles. Her nails clawed his arms, shoulders, chest as she raced headlong into bliss. Carl saw it in her eyes before it happened.

Her nails and humping hips carried him with her. He saw her face as her climax enveloped her, then felt the contracting storm in her pussy as her cunt muscles constricted. He rode her fury, rode her current to his own approaching climax. He gained the crest as he banged her back into the mattress.

"I'm cumming, darling!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. The impetus of his violent fucking carried her swiftly to her orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, Carl! I'm cumming!" She was swept up in fuck-lust, her arms going around him, pulling his body to her, her hips never missing a fuck-stroke as she matched his fucking tempo.

Carl, his body and mind working together, went skyrocketing over the summit into joyous ecstasy. His prick exploded a thick gush of cock jizz. His piss-slot opened wide with countless wads of spewing cum, splattering his wife's convulsing pussy. He roared, his deep voice blending with Barbara's high-pitched squeals. "I'm cummingggg too!"

"I know," she wailed, rejoicing in the hot cum he fucked into her pussy. "I'm drowning in it!" She went wild, a crazed woman, jerking and fucking up onto her husband's prick, her arms and legs wound around him like the gripping limbs of an octopus. She creamed this cock, her hot bubbling pussy cum flooding over his prickshaft.

Carl fucked her with steady powerful thrusts. Each time she lunged, he drove her back. His head twisted, the muscles in his neck straining. His back arched, her hips became pistons. Growling howls came out of his throat as his prick spewed a torrent of whitewashing cum.

They fucked each other with love, trying to give more than they were receiving both triumphant. They went higher into their chaotic bliss, their bodies caught up in the catastrophic storm of their mutual climax. Hard violent fuck-thrusts met with upward fuck-lunges. Muscle battered soft flesh. Soft flesh cushioned hard muscle. Whimpering cries of pleasure blended with deep moaning groans.

They hovered at the top, drifting aimlessly in the heights, their bodies experiencing bliss together. They floated back as one, their fears real or imagined lost forever.

Clinging to one another, they fell asleep. A new life was ahead of them when they awoke.