"Oh, hurry darling, hurry!" She could feel the cool breeze from the living room window drifting over her taut breasts, tantalizing them still further. Then suddenly he was on her. His naked body pressed tightly against her, pushing her sensitive flesh down into the soft rug of the living room floor. His cock was pressed hard against the hair-lined slit of her pussy, and she pushed up, arching her back as his hands went under her round, firm buttocks. His penis was spreading the wet vaginal lips apart slowly, allowing the length of it to come in direct, searing contact with her waiting vaginal mouth.
"Oh, God you feel good!" he groaned, smashing his lips against her mouth and wriggling his hips against hers. And as he kissed her, Kate realized how sore her mouth was and there, in the midst of her passion for her husband, the memory of Sam Dagon came to her with full force, and for that split second it was he who held her buttocks so tightly, he who so easily positioned her willing body so that his cock was touching at the entrance of her vagina, pushing big and hard, trying to enter her.
Tim's cock was getting harder and harder with every second that passed, and he couldn't hold back another instant. His hips jerked forward suddenly and he drove his long thin cock deep into the open mouth of her cunt.
"Aaaaaaaah," she moaned feeling the full length of her husband's penis slip wetly into her. His big, long cock slammed up into her cunt to the very depths of her inner being, warm and taut, stretching the hot fleshy sheath with its rigidity, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter with each second.