Ellie squirmed wantonly beneath her husband's remorseless cock-blows. She could feel her buttocks stinging from rug-burn, but the sensation managed to blend itself with the ricocheting pleasure let loose in her lush, aroused body. It all felt good. Pleasure washed over her in wave after powerful wave, making her lose her breath, making her struggle to the surface for a gasp of air before immersing herself once again… in the feel of her husband's shoulder bearing into her face… in the touch of his hand fondling her breasts… in the sound of his harsh breathing, telling her how much he was enjoying her. And most of all, in the long filling strokes of his hard prick.

"Oh, do it to me, darling! Fuck me! Aaaahhh! It's so fine!"

Like a rutting bull, Ellie's powerful husband drove his cock time after time deep into her wet receptive cunt. He relished the way her rubbery, slick flesh grabbed onto his organ, struggled valiantly to keep him from escaping. He loved her hot moist welcome each time he lunged his cock deep back up into her smoldering hole. His cock was growing bigger and harder with each pleasurable stroke. He was lost in the devastating world of sensation. Nothing mattered now but getting off… and getting her off. He worked like a bulldozer toward his goal.

Time stood still for Hank and his eighteen-year-old bride. Every time they had ever made love – and there had been hundreds in the last six months – blended together and became one. It was like the first time, and the last time, and the only time. They were blended, made one, in the primitive urgency of primal union.

So much in touch were they that they even came together. It seemed a natural outcome of their close, intense mating.

"Oooohhh, Hank, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, darling!"

"Me too, baby! Ah, Jee-zuz! I love you, babe!"