I said, "Nollie, listen to this: it says here that the woman on the bottom of a sixty-nine has more freedom of movement and access to her partner than...the one on top. What do you think?"She gave me a sexy smile and said, "I know a better way; let me finish up here and I'll show you."I grinned and lay back on the bed. Ever since we'd started having regular sex, I'd discovered that it had a calming effect on me. I slept better afterwards, too.While she used the bathroom, I turned off the ceiling. He let her suck him some more as he got hard again. He threw her legs over his shoulders and started pounding her hard, then a text came in on the phone, he looked at it, her husband was about 2 miles away, at Starbucks coffee, she told Joe what kind of coffee she wanted, and while he text it back to her husband, he realized he was actually fucking a married woman while sending her husband a coffee order. She told him her husband didn’t know about what they were doing right then, or the fact. The thick delicious squirming worm of a dork he had that jutted up and looped back toward his own flanks.And then, the most marvelous sensation of all. That gorgeous hairy beast had stuck his thickly-knotted muscular paws out the mesh and stroked her very own cunt lips as she continued to bounce his cock far back into her tight, constricting little throat.The feel of those fumbling, hairy muscular big fingertips with their smooth fingerpads, so unexpected those smooth pads, especially. I glance about. A fallen tree looks the perfect height. I move towards it and bend over, spreading my legs wide to offer you my pussy to do with as you will. You tease me with the head of your cock, rubbing it against my arse and then in sweeping movements to my clit and back again before you take me by surprise and ram it into me all the way to the hilt. I gasp as you pull back on my hips so you can drive yourself into me as deep as you can get and there’s nothing slow and steady about this.