"It's awful early, honey. I thought…"

"The early bird gets the worm," she chirped, and she folded her fist lovingly around his cock.

It was semi-hard and rubbery, but as she gently squeezed and kneaded and stroked, it began to stuff her fist full, stiffening and swelling to massive proportions.

She slid her hand down to the base and cupped his balls, finding them solid and swollen.

As she played with his prick, Dan bent down and began to lick her fat tits, running his tongue all over the mounds and up through the deep cleavage.

Then he sucked her big nipples into his lips, nursing on each rosy peak in turn.

Usually their Saturday morning routine was a leisurely affair, with plenty of foreplay and sucking before they began to fuck, but they didn't have the whole morning now and couldn't take the time.

She drew his cock toward her, holding the shaft and rubbing the big cock-knob around on her belly and into the curls of her cunt mound.

His head shifted up from her tits and he kissed her on the mouth, lips locking and grinding, tongues sliding back and forth. She had given him a blowjob the night before. The residue still flavored her lapper.

Sometimes Dan could taste that familiar hint of oral sex when she hadn't been blowing him, as well. It made him a little suspicious. But he had never mentioned it, and, anyhow, he hadn't noticed that phenomenon for almost a year now.

They French-kissed with passion, swapping tongues and saliva, panting and drooling into each other's mouth. Her blonde head turned on the pillow and her tits loomed up as she breathed with rising desire.

Then she arched her slim back deeply, parting her thighs and raising her knees.

"Fuck me, darling!" she purred.

With his mouth still clamped to hers, Dan shifted his ass and hips across and mounted her.

She guided the bulging head of his prick into her cunt slot. Holding his cock by the hilt, she tilted her wrist up and down, moving the knob in her pussy like some meaty paintbrush slapping on whitewash.