Bill Randolph: Suck a lot wife

Their eating was accompanied by animal-like sounds as they devoured each other. Dan lapped his tongue over her tasty snatch and sucked greedily, taking in bet juices as Irene licked and sucked every inch of his stiffening fuckmeat.

Irene closed her eyes as she enveloped his entire cock with her mouth. She thrilled to the feeling of it growing steadily inside the warm oven of her mouth, gradually filling out and ballooning against her coaxing tongue and squeezing lips. At the same time, she thrilled to the feeling of his lips on her snatch. No one ate her pussy like Dan, not even Michelle. He knew just where and how much pressure to apply, and when to tease her clit with his teeth and tongue.

She felt the wet warmth bubble inside her churning pussy and knew she was seconds away from gushing clear pussy juice into his sucking mouth. She redoubled her efforts on his stiffening cock while massaging his balls with her fingers.

As his cock surged inside her mouth, Irene gave the throbbing fuck shaft a parting lick with her tongue and slowly eased it from her mouth. With a wanton grin she eased her husband down flat on his back and climbed onto his lap.

"A woman's work is never done," she sighed, smirking as she sat down facing him.

His cock slipped inside her cuntlips and Irene shuddered as she groaned. She fell forward, lowering her lips to her husband's and they kissed passionately as her cuntwalls flexed around his imbedded fuckmeat. She squirmed her ass down on his balls as her pussy gripped his cock. She sucked on his tongue and savored the reawakening lust that suddenly sparked throughout her body.

Irene shivered with excitement, basking in the glorious glow of having a husband who put her ahead of his career. She knew she faced a future full of love and sharing with the man most important and precious to her. The fact that Pete Howell had come back home yesterday ready to renew their daytime affair didn't account much for her current happiness and excitement.

Well, not too much, she reflected with a secret grin. Tomorrow was another day.