He moved behind her, his strong hands grasping her tight little ass as he pulled her back onto his throbbing cock. She gasped in pleasure and almost i...mediately the entire rhythm she and I had established was destroyed. Brad’s thrusts shoved her face into me, which wasn’t bad, but it threw off her finger, lick lick, finger rotation that was driving me wild. His eyes met mine with adoration. I was the best wife a guy could ever have at that moment. Damn straight. He slowed his thrusts and then. Once she got over her initial vexation at choosing yet another morality tale – she was beginning to doubt that modern authors other than Austen actually knew it was possible to just write a good story – she found the work quite agreeable. Rose was pleased to discover that the protagonist’s journey involved a great deal of fucking, although she was frustrated that none of it was described. Moll careened from husband to husband, always looking for an angle, always dallying with penitence before. I wrapped my arms around her and once again felt her supple breasts fill my palms. She lifted her hips and I felt my cock gliding ever so slowly through the warm cleft of her buttocks until it reached her still smoldering pussy. I penetrated her effortlessly. A noisy moan erupted from the lower regions of my vocal cords as I experienced the delightfully damp folds of Sophie’s pussy envelop my aroused cock and draw it deep within. She too let out a throaty bellow that was muffled slightly by. No, I don't know how long it will go.... OK, but don't wait up.... Sorry.” I close the phone and he pulls it back from me. “No more excuses now,” he says. “I guess it's o.k.,” I sigh. One kind of anxiety has now been replaced with another. He pulls my backside tightly up against his front, wraps an arm around my waist and bends his lips to the side of my neck. His other hand deftly unbuttons my shirt again and it swings open so that he can cup my breasts in his hand and pinch my hard nipples.