Bill Randolph - Suck a lot wife

The fierce ripples spread out to every region of her lust-drenched body, jarring her limbs and bones and finally weakening the leg-lock, she employed on her husband's pumping waist and hips. She felt her legs unwrap and open back up as her greedy pussy sucked up his spurting jism.

Dan's deep, guttural growls of pleasure trembled her nerves as he expressed his own ecstasy. Irene savored the moment and clung to him. Her pussy involuntarily spasmed around his twitching prick, milking every single drop of his come, and Irene was left to contemplate the joyous sensations filtering through her glowing body.

Finally, her husband's body went limp and he collapsed down on top of her, burying his face against the fleshy cushion of her big tits. She stroked his dark, curly hair and moaned as his hot, gasping breaths bathed her sensitive tit mounds and stiff, tingly nipples.

"I love you, Danny," she whispered. "You make me so happy, darling. You're my marvelous, sexy stud."

"Oh, baby," Dan moaned, rolling off to one side of her, his wilting prick glistening with her pussy juices. "You are the best. A guy couldn't have a better wife."

"Do you mean it, Danny?" she asked, timidly, suddenly feeling very guilty for her lusty thoughts about other men.

"Are you kidding?" he snorted. "The only thing I regret is not marrying you sooner. Of course, if you didn't have to be such an old fashioned girl wanting to wait until we were married to fuck, we could've been enjoying each other like this that much longer."

"I'm sorry, Danny," she whispered. "I think back and realize how silly I was to make both of us wait for the wedding. But, hell, my mother always drummed it into my head that a man who really loved me would wait. I know that's dumb, and that I cheated us out of some great times."

Dip chuckled and playfully tweaked one of her nipples between two fingertips. "Stop apologizing," he said. "We're making up for it now, aren't we?"

"You bet," she giggled, making a quick grab for his slime-coated prick. "Think you can get it hard again so we can enjoy some sloppy seconds?"

"Has my cock ever failed you yet?" Dan laughed. "Just give him a little encouragement, sweet lips, and we'll try it again."

Irene giggled throatily. "We'll keep trying until we get it right."

He lay on his back, his deep laughter bringing fresh lust to Irene's pussy. Her eyes swept over his muscular body, lingering on his twitching, reawakening prick and egg-sized balls. A hot shiver zipped through her, and she groaned as she leaned forward, wedging herself between his spread legs. She swooned as she licked her tongue-tip up his inner thighs, moving from one leg to the other, giving each leg equal treatment with her hot, wet tongue-tip.

She drew her knees up under her and her lovely round ass lifted up as she brought her nibbling lips closer and closer to his hairy ball-bag. She teased the outer edges of his ball-sac with her tongue-tip, thrilling to the way her husband squirmed and groaned in excited anticipation.

The scent of his manly crotch mingled with the sweet smell of her sticky nectar residue on his prick and balls quickly ignited more lust inside her, quickening the pace of her licking. Her tits throbbed and her nipples stiffened while she felt the wonderful feelings of her pussylips quivering in overheated expectation.

Finally, the sexy blonde housewife dragged her wet tongue over his plump balls. The soft, damp hair covering his ball-bag tickled her tongue and lips, delighting her as she bathed his leathery sac with saliva.

Suddenly, unable to contain her own maddening lust any longer, Irene opened her mouth wide and gulped his balls between her wet lips. She moaned happily as his meaty orbs filled her mouth. She began to munch delicately on his balls, loving the way they slid against her brushing, caressing tongue. She juiced them generously with her hot spit before slowly removing them from her mouth.

By now, Dan's cock was jutting stiffly up from his hairy crotch, towering straight up like a steel missile, shiny from her recent cunt spendings, crisscrossed with purple veins and topped with a slick, mushroom cap that totally captured Irene's attention.

She started licking her tongue slowly up the bulging underside of his fuck shaft, savoring the sweet-salty taste of her own cunt juices still glazing the cockflesh. The heat radiating from his prick was incredible, practically scorching her tender tongue-tip. Her own arousal stirred even more passionately as she gradually worked her mouth and tongue up to the slender thread of flesh connecting his circumcised cockhead to his fuck shaft. She carefully and precisely flicked her tongue-tip along the sensitive string of flesh, fascinated by the way his whole slab of fuckmeat jerked and spumed against her searing tonguing.

"Damn, Irene, you get wilder by the day!"

Dan rasped, reaching down and stroking her long, silky blonde hair, framing it around her lovely peaches-and-cream face. "Suck it now, baby," he hissed, his arousal leaping inside him. "Take it in your hot mouth and suck hard. God, I can't wait to feel your mouth sucking me off!"

She obeyed his command only after teasingly swirling her tongue around his engorged fuckknob. She tickled the tiny piss-slit with her tongue-tip, making him groan with guttural need, then opened her lips wide enough to gulp the swollen cock-head into her mouth.

Her husband jerked his hips the moment she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. The force of his bucking sent his prick deeper into her slick mouth, and Irene groaned. She used the opportunity of his penetration to slide her lips down to the very base of his prickshaft. His bloated cockhead nudged the back of her throat, momentarily choking her, but she didn't care. She liked the sensation of his cockmeat choking her.

She used her fingertips to caress and fondle his saliva-soaked balls as she stifled bobbing her lovely face up and down on his trembling cockshaft. Her lips glided up and down the thick, fat prick as she quickly increased the speed of her cock-sucking. She feasted on his tasty fuckmeat, relishing the smells and feelings inside her mouth. She felt every quiver and wobble of his ballooned cock, and her pussy stirred in horny lust as the same time.

Desperately Irene wanted to savor her husband's come splashing thickly down her throat, but she also wanted him to juice her pussy again. It was an increasing problem, and one which the horny young blonde figured had nudged her into lusty thoughts of other men. If her true fantasy could be realized, Irene Boyer would love nothing better than to be sucking her husband's cock while jetting her pussy fucked by Pete Howell's prick.

A little yelp escaped her cock-stretched lips as she involuntarily gave in to her secret fantasy. At the same time, she popped Dan's prick from her wet mouth and hastily mounted the towering fuck pole. She straddled his hips and waist as she anxiously lowered her dripping pussy down onto the fat fuck-knob. She threw her head back, a shower of golden curls falling down her flawless back, and squealed with joyous delight as she impaled herself on her husband's sturdy fuckmeat.

"I love you, darling! I love you so much!" she gasped, reminding herself of that fact as much as providing Dan with the message.

"Ooohhh, I need your big cock all the time!" She bounced up and down on Dan's prick, screaming and gasping as her overheated cunthole gripped him. Her big, heavy tits flopped lewdly and she rocked her head from side to side, racing toward the massive orgasm she so urgently craved.

Pete Howell met her just as she climbed out of the car. Irene had just returned home from the grocery store and had planned to fix herself a simple lunch before spending the afternoon finishing her housecleaning chores before Dan arrived home from work. Suddenly, there was Pete, smiling and offering to carry the two sacks of groceries, and Irene had the distinct feeling that her long-standing fantasies were merging with reality.