He wrapped his hand around the base of his prick and aimed the head at her cunt.

He had caressed her tits but had not yet touched her pussy in the foreplay. He saw that it was not necessary. She was as hot and as wet as she could get, inspired by the taste of his prick and the expectation of what was to come.

Dipping down, he fitted his cockhead to her cunt.

He didn't enter her right away. He began to rub his knob up and down in her slot, caressing her cunt and clit with the tip.

"Oh! Fuck me, darling!" she moaned.

Jonathon grinned. He braced his knees and tensed his ass and then he ran the full length of his long, fat cock up her cunt hole with one long, fluid stroke.

The hot stalk pushed up the well-lubricated tunnel. His belly slapped hers and his balls swung in, whacking against her upthrust ass. Their pubic hair tangled together. Jayne squealed with joy at the sensation. Jonathon grunted as he whacked his dong home.

He held that full penetration for a long moment, savoring the joy of having every inch of his big cock sheathed in hot, wet, clinging pussy.

Jayne whimpered in ecstasy as she thrilled to the feeling of being chock-a-block full of fat pecker.

She began to move, rocking gently back and forth, her ass heaving up and her hips starting to pump like slow pistons so that, although her husband remained motionless, she had begun to fuck herself on his steady stalk.

Her cunt lips sucked at his prick and her hole worked like a velvet wringer, clinging and sucking along the length of his thick root.

Since he was not moving yet, she was not taking the full length of his cock in and out, but was merely sliding up and down on the first couple inches. Jonathon looked down, thrilled at the sight of his fat prick vanishing up her slit, reappearing – slippery with cunt juice – only to slip back up that tight slot to the root.