"You could fuck me", she said. "My husband is away for this weekend, we have a very active sex life, and generally he mounts me at least twice a day, ...ometimes even three times, now I'm randy. I haven't been fucked since Friday evening; it is now late Saturday evening. So if you would like a nice slow screw..." She didn't finish for he made it clear her idea was welcome. "Just one question", he said. "Where can we go? I wouldn't recommend down in the undergrowth and I don't think the bridal. I sucked on her clit through her orgasm as she screamed, her juices coating my face. “Holy…fucking…shit” she said, trying to calm down. “No one has ever made me squirt before.” “Then it’s only fair I get a reward” I smiled and quickly climbed no top of her. My cock was rock hard again and she barely got to look up before I barreled my cock into her tight pussy. “Oh fuck!” she screeched as I wasted no time getting into a good rhythm. Each time I reached the depths of her insides, I pulled right. ‘One last time?’ he asked. ‘Please? Can’t we make love again just one last time?’ Her mind was awash with confused feelings. Ben’s hand was stirring her, making it difficult for her to think clearly. ‘We…we really…shouldn’t,’ she stammered. ‘What harm is there in one last time?’ The thought flashed through her mind, disconcerting her. She felt his warm body pressing against hers, his hand slid onto her breast, and his finger began teasing her nipple, sending delight rushing through her. ‘Oh,. Our hips moving together, my cock pushed deeper, filling her as she squeezed her pussy around my hardness. Joined together under the steamy shower spray, our tongues playing between our lips as we slowly gyrated in unison, massaging our lust. My hands clasped firmly under her ass, fingers rubbing and teasing against her pussy lips and rim of her ass, feeling my cock stroking in and out, she moaned against my lips. Grinding together, her aching clit rubbed against me as her hot slippery pussy.