But then he started, again. As he would, as he always has. Inside, his long cock nearly bottoming out, his thick cock being enveloped by my cunt, his ...not stretching my cunt walls. Each time always feeling like going to the maximum but always the same cock, so always a wonderful sensation of full, complete, owned. And so consumed, I start an orgasm. I try raising up, for who knows what reason, and I can’t with b**st on top. But I press up. As if aching to take him deeper. He continues his. This led to some intense making out and I began to smell her rising scent of sexual desire. Pretty soon, we were naked on the couch going at it the rest of the afternoon. I don't think either of us ever knew who won the football game.We seemed an odd marriage of personalities in a couple of ways. I was a computer nerd, never a jock by any means. She had been married to high school football coach who had majored in Physical Education. She was determined not to age and I just felt you took what. I got to my knees behind her and once again drove my pole home. Sam's legs buckled slightly from the sensation and I had to grip her hips to keep her from collapsing. Once she was steady I began to probe her depths with my cock. I brought my right hand around from her waist and soon found her clit with my thumb. As I held my hand there I could feel my balls slap against it with each forward thrust. I moved my hand out of the way and heard Sam squeal with delight each time my balls made contact. He was doing quite slowly with just few mm each time. Within like a minute his testicles were touching mine.He stopped, held my boobs with both his hands and started moving his middle part of his body. His dick was easily moving in and out and we both were enjoying every stroke. Tarun user to hold my dick firmly and used to give few big strokes. He was not even using his hands to position his dick back to my ass, it was going quite freely. As we were busy fucking each other; somebody heavily.