I began running the tip of my index finger lightly into her slit, breathing warm breathe on her wet red pussy lips as she moaned and began bucking her...hips instinctually."Stop teasing me k** and eat that pussy!" Sandy moaned through heavy breaths. Happy to oblige, I began to work her clit with my tongue, making slow circles around it as I kept running my finger into her slit, but with each pass inserting it a little bit deeper. I felt her juices begin to flow more liberally and I fully inserted. Then he smelled her perfume again, but before he could turn to see, he felt a hand grasp his cock and he heard her speak."Don't you dare turn around, slave. Do you hear me?" she said."What the he.." Sam started but then stopped because he felt the hand on his cock squeeze very hard and caused him to silence up."This is your last warning. DON'T turn around and don't say a word. Do you understand?" she demanded.Quickly he shaked his head yes, and he felt her and ease off on the pressure on his. ”Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm. Not surprising, considering how many times we’ve danced this dance. So many years together, yet every time he takes me, it’s as exciting as the first time. He knows where to touch me to heighten my senses, and how to fuck me so I see God.“God, your pussy feels so fucking good!” He shouted.He continued to thrust, panting hard, filling me, loving me, fucking me like it was the last time we’d be together.“Flip over!” He demanded. As I did, he took my ankles in. He was more adventurous than me, he first licked my clitoris and eats my pussy and later encouraged me to suck his cock and we later start sucking each other. Occasionally we even had 69 which my husband seems to enjoy it very much.When we get married too we have a blissful sex life, I can’t remember how many times we made love on our wedding night but the only thing I remember is that the bed sheet was stained from our love juice the next morning. I think we hardly slept on our wedding.