"Uh-uh," John suddenly said. "No, I don't want that. Not yet, anyway. First I want some of that sweet pussy of yours."

He pulled her head away from his cock. He pulled her up onto the bed beside him. Once again he started playing with her light brown nipples, his fingers causing ripples of excitement all over her body. She grabbed his hand and pulled it back to her pussy. He grinned, as he pushed a finger between her hot cuntlips. She groaned and began moving against his finger. She felt so sweet toward him. Her husband had never gotten her so hot.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh God! I want you to fuck me so bad! I need your dick in me!"

He was still grinning as he took his hand away from her pussy and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs wide so that he could easily stab his cock into her pussy. But that wasn't what he had in mind. At least, not right away. Instead he took his bloated meat in his hand and started to rub the thick knob up and down the hot entrance to her gash. It gave her a delicious feeling but it made her also feel hot and achey. She needed that big prick inside her.

"Oh pleaseeee," she begged him. "Pleaseeee put your cock in me. I need it so baddddd!"

Lynn was no longer the same woman she'd been a little earlier. In fact, she was different than the woman she'd been all her life. Never before had she lost so much control. Never before had she begged a man for satisfaction. She'd always had too much pride for anything like that. Yet, melting at a man's touch wasn't a bad feeling. As long as it was the right man. A strong man like John. A man who didn't ask for anything, or try to seduce her. A man who simply took what he wanted.

John put all his weight on her, crushing her big round tits against his chest. She sighed in satisfaction as she felt the pressure of his blood-filled knob pushing at her cunt. Slowly his bloated knob pushed apart the sensitive lips of her fuck-hole.