hips grow steady and sure.
In and out, sliding through tight slick sexual tension, warm and yielding, Slick’s grinds build more and more as he looks down, seeing Kelly’s pink pussy wrap around his cock. As his woman grips at each thrust, only to concave in on itself easily, swallowing more and more, the blue eyed hustler’s mind seems to turn into a mix of love, sex and thankfulness.
Gently thrusting, watching his woman’s most minute facial expressions, the loving scoundrel places his hands squarely on Kelly’s mid-thigh as his hips hit his own forearms over and over again.
A safe guard against what God has blessed the young man with.
From this point the lover will go no deeper. Slick smiles at his ingenuity, he learned when he was young.
Most good girls have a hard time taking what he has to offer. What is pleasure to some, can be down right torture for others.
Suddenly, the hustler feels his wife quiver around his thick shaft, about as robust as a toddler’s wrist, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Slick maintains his control, grinding only as deep as his straddled forearm allows, gently titillating Kelly perfectly.
“Tell me what ya’ want mama ....,” the hustler grins, wet from sweat.
Feeling her body burst into a zenith of lustful heavens, a slick fiery Jacob's Ladder meant only for her ascension, Kelly looks up with smeared red lips, trying to speak.
As quick powerful pummels knock the breath from the vixen, now in her own space of perfect eternity, the young goddess moans loudly. Feeling herself melt even more around her man.
Rising gently, his muscular hairless bottom flexing more and more, Slick suddenly mounts his woman hard and direct. Forearm safety still in place, the experienced lover pummeling his wife’s pussy till hearing a wet sloshing sounds.
Looking down, seeing his days work, white cream all around his reddish pubic hair, the scoundrel grins seeing Kelly’s pouty red clit. Stretched, prodded inward, only to be drawn out, milking every inch.
Looking up into eyes she loves dearly, feeling shearing thrills, Kelly gains control. She always does. Suddenly, without warning, the young flapper reaches around Slick’s white flexing bottom, grabbing a hard forceful hold as her finger finds its own tight need.
Instantly Slick is concerned, through he pummels harder.
“Naw-wait a minute naw’ I aint fo’ that nasty shit,” the hustler protest gently. Inch by inch, the young lover feels his shaft slice into his wife easily as her warm love starts to quiver even more.
“Hush daddy,” Kelly manages, almost squealing.
The salacious dame opens her legs wider, feeling her man make all of her complete and whole. His powerful arms hard and wet with sweat, warm and rigid columns of flesh and prowess.
Gently, her finger wet, Kelly reaches between her husband’s muscular globes of flesh, finding a tiny puckered pleasure point she loves to explore. Never going in, just massaging sweetly, lightly.
Squirming into her own final release, Kelly is ready for her husband to finish.
As the hunk pummels, Kelly starts to message Slick’s puckered backdoor, rubbing the tiny wonder ever so gently. Feeling it quiver just like herself.
“Look-a-hur’..... shit woman,” Slick yelps helplessly. The thug’s pace quickens, thrust growing harder, sporadic.
Opening her legs more, feeling her husband melt into her tiny pussy, Kelly keeps messaging the hustler’s sphincter, feeling Slick’s rosebud open ever so slightly as he goes deeper inside her quivering love.
Suddenly, with a series of fireworks both man and woman can feel, Kelly’s finger slides into Slick’s hot, tight male warmth, feeling her man’s internal forbidden fruit quiver even more.
With his body racked with pleasure and angst, Slick removes his forearms. there will be no more safety from the hunk’s pillaging pussy shattering plunges.
Slick has asked Kelly to not play with his asshole during sex. She persist.
Time to pay the piper.
With a devious wet smile, the scoundrel thrust brutally deeper into his wives warm slick love, this time to the hilt. He gleefully watches as his woman yelps in delicious agony, instantly squirming.
Though Kelly’s finger is still in place, now deeper as well.
Pounding harder, quickly feeling a curious sensation borrowing through his groin, Slick reaches back with force.
He roughly places a Kelly's hands behind her head as he thrust harder as he makes the devious dame squeal into her own liquid undoing.
The killer’s hips are powerful as his hands hold Kellys’ in a vice grip that causes a slight fear.
Slick slides deeply, in and out, hearing his wives body speak a language he knows all too well. A series of wet sloshes, then a gentle plop when withdrawn, only to be then shoved deeply.
Suddenly, his eyes closed, the hustler feels his world collide around him, gliding deeper with into the love of his life.
Kelly’s body is well utilized, open, agape as her man grinds harder and harder. Pleasure and bliss building as he thrust deeper and deeper.
Eyes squeezed shut, Slick’s pelvis arches forward, quickly loosing himself in a liquid sense of urgency. Thrusting harder and harder until suddenly feeling a familiar sensation.
Kelly’s exploring finger.
Arched deep within the hustler’s flexing bottom, lost in pleasure, slick is too gone to protest as he brutally pummels forward to the light of orgasmic ascension.
Suddenly, seeing stars in eyes squeezed tight, the blue eyed thug screams out loud, grunting like a wounded wolf fighting a good fight.
His body releasing all he is deeply, right as Kelly quivers around his throbbing authority over her, gushing forth her love as well.
As moments pass, the spent hustler regains his gumption. Hopelessly in love all over again.
For the exception of one thing.
Slick feels satisfied, rolling off of Kelly, glaring over to his lovely wife.
“I told'cha’ not to do that ......,” he groans.
The blond beauty says nothing, rising to wash her hands and inner thighs. A few feet away, her legs wobbly, the dazed breathless flapper looks back at her husband. Slick is a heap of satisfaction though a funny sight.
“Next time, please take of them damn socks,” she grins.
Slick is left to himself. Complete and happy.
Though still surrounded by pink.
The killer scoffs, feeling his tight asshole throb slightly.
“Should burn this bitch down,” he laughs.
The killer rises, reaching for his slacks.
“Ay -- ya’ sneaky bitch ..... bring me a fuck’in wet rag!”
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