Each time he gave her one of his lewd compliments, she seemed to wiggle even more furiously than before. He knew she liked to wallow in the sheer abandoned perversion of lovemaking. She liked it when he talked to her. When he told her how hot and wet her cunt was. It was part of the way they liked to do it together. When she summoned up the control to utter something better than incoherent moans, she returned his compliments.

"Oh God, Tate! Your cock's so big and filling in meee! Oh, I love the way you screw me, lover! My cunt's been hot for you all day!" Her ass slammed back hard against his loins. He watched the amazing suppleness of the smooth flesh as she threw her buttocks first one way and then the other. Annie had been studying belly dancing at school and she could move muscles most other women didn't even know existed. It made making love to her that much more exciting. She had great control of her cunt-muscles too!

"Jee-zuz, Annie! You make it fucking hard for a guy to hold onto it! Shit, your pussy's trying to suck the cum right out of me!" His fingers dug into her hips. He lunged deep into her welcoming cunt.

She giggled recklessly. His deep lunge drove a gasp from her throat. "It's going to get it too!" she taunted him. "Oh yesss! I want to feel your cum in me, all wet and squishy! Mmmmmm!"

As he watched old Mrs. Moore totter by outside on her cane, he slammed his cock again and again as far into Annie's cunt as it would go. Outside images grew distant and vague. The only reality was the intense fire surging from his young wife's twat.

His balls were growing heavier and heavier. The heat of their coupling grew more and more urgent. It was overwhelming him. Her cunt had become hot as hell, and tempting as paradise.