Then his hands were gone, and Angela looked down to see Jack sitting half back on his haunches, one hand next to her on the bed for balance, while with the other hand he seized his massive cock and placed it against her desire-flushed pussy mound, parting the soft blonde hair with the blood-bloated tip, and working it in between her throbbing cuntal lips.
"Oh God," she moaned, "that feels so good." Raising her head up off the bed, the impassioned young woman stared down at the massive rod of angry red male flesh poised against her sensitive genitals, mesmerized by the way the smooth bulbous head flattened against her moistly trembling inner flesh. Oh, how she wanted that marvelous pleasure-giving shaft to stroke her full of wanton ecstasy, bring her to a peak of final fulfillment. If only he didn't… with growing despair the young woman saw how her husband's mighty penis was already swollen almost to the bursting point – how the whole length of it throbbed and jerked as if it had a life of its own, as if he were already about to cum.
"Take your time, oh please take your time," she begged. "Make it last for me, Jack." But the young man was past all hearing as he stared down at the tender flesh beneath, seeing his cock-head already slipping into the needfully dilating vaginal opening that would soon house his entire aching member. With an inarticulate cry, the young man let his full weight fall forward, pressing deep into the softly clinging passage below, letting his hips drive his throbbing penis slowly and relentlessly up into the desire-heated depths between his wife's legs.