Dan pulled his prick out of her very slowly, reluctant to leave that snug harbor. His long cock emerged inch by glistening inch. The fat cock-knob stuck in her cunt for a moment, then popped free like a cork from a bottle.

Her vacated cunt slot stayed open in a wide oval, retaining the outline of the prick that had molded it. Cunt cum and jizz flooded from her fuckhole in a creamy cataract, the tide breaking around her stiff cunt.

Dan's prick stood out parallel with the bed, no longer so stiff that it was looming up at the angle of a full hard-on, but still taut, not drooping, either.

He slid down and lowered his face into her widespread groin, kissing her cunt and stirring his lapper around in her juicy pussy.

Her cunt flared and tingled. Her cunt was still steamy hot and as he inhaled he was breathing in the tantalizing fragrance of pussy perfume.

Diana still seemed horny to Dan.

And the last thing on earth that he wanted to do was to go away for the weekend and leave his lovely wife unsatisfied and frustrated.

It didn't seem fair.

And, too, it was the sort of thing that was liable to lead to adultery, he reasoned.

He figured it was a good idea to suck her up to another cumming and began to munch her cunt with concentration, working on her clit and cunt together, then driving his lapper up her fuckhole in a French-kissing action as his lips nursed on her swampy slot.

Diana lay back, purring, enjoying the oral sex following the furious fucking. She knew that her doting husband was eager to satisfy her and it was tempting to cream off again, on his nimble tongue.

But Diana didn't want to be satisfied.

Not yet.

Her lurid imagination had it all worked out, step by sordid step, and Diana wanted to be plenty horny, to start with, as she wrought her wanton ways.