"Oh, Earl," she whispered, feeling the hot thickness of his meaty cock deliciously filling her hungry cunt. "Your big dong feels so fuckin' good in my pussy."

Earl Morgan was a married man with a family, making it difficult for he and Della to get together very often, but the woman always looked forward to their occasional fuck sessions. She felt a bit guilty about cheating on her husband, but Earl's lovemaking was so much more enjoyable than her husband's rough, drunken assaults.

Sliding and screwing her slippery cunt up and down on Earl's rigid fuck-pole, Della was smiling down at him as he gently squeezed and fondled her jiggling tits. After several minutes of working her cunt around his thrilling dong, Della threw her body forward, rubbing her luscious boobs against his bare chest. With his stiff cock planted deep in her pussy, she squeezed her legs around his thighs, grinding her clit down against the hard top ridge of his dick.

As she lay above him, writhing her boiling twat around his deeply imbedded tool, Earl reached down and dug his fingers into the soft meaty flesh between her luscious asscheeks, pulling her closer against him. Holding her tightly, he began thrusting his hips up, fucking into her with deliciously slow strokes that made her forget everything except the ecstasy of his skilled cock, the joy of screwing, and the thrill of letting him use her as a woman's body was intended to be used.

"Oh, Earl," she sobbed, grinding her wet cunt around the base of his driving prick. "This feels so fuckin' good, honey, so fuckin' wonderful!"

"Oh, you sweet baby," he whispered, scooping up a glob of cunt-juice with his finger and smearing it around the tight ring of her asshole. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever known."

"Earl," she suddenly asked, feeling him smoothing the slippery fluid around her bung, "are you gonna stick your finger up my ass?"

"If you want me to," he whispered.