Hope Baker, twenty-two and married six months, was feeling the first panic as a wife. Oh, God, was the honeymoon over? She flipped the long, unruly mop of her silky blonde hair over her shoulder as she crouched between her husband's naked thighs.

Paul was starting to snore, his handsome profile on the pillow. A tingle of desire swept through the horny young bride as she gazed at her naked husband. She had fallen in love with

him on their first date almost a year ago. A happy, six-month courtship followed, then the wedding. And the whole last year had been sheer bliss; at least until this evening.

Maybe I'm making too much out of this, she told herself as her blue eyes traveled down the length of his uncovered body. The lusty tingles intensified as Hope stared at his prick and balls. Even in sleep, Paul's giant cock was impressive. At full, throbbing erection, his cock was nine inches long and as thick as a baseball bat. Well, almost, she grinned, recalling she had measured it on their wedding night.

Her sensual smile faded. Suddenly, that glorious night seemed so long ago. It had been two nights since they had fucked, and Hope couldn't ignore the panic that gripped her. Was she losing her appeal to Paul? Did he have another woman? What have I done?

The questions plagued her instinctively, she knew she had to rekindle the passions that had flamed their young love. She wanted the magic to return to their marriage, and she felt that it was her responsibility to recapture that hungry need.

She sighed as she lightly traced her fingertips along his inner thighs. She continued to stare at his cock, watching for signs of life. She moaned softly, more to herself than anyone, as

she detected a slight tremor along his sleeping cockshaft. She ducked down, drawing her lovely face to within inches of his fuckmeat and washed it with her hot breath.