He'd been a panting, rutting animal, and even staggered when they'd made it to the bedroom for the final course. Smoldering, she whipped her nightie over her head, bouncing nakedly onto the bed into a lewd, thigh-spread position like a child playing statue, except that she'd been a very hot young wife with no intentions of taking an immobile part in the game! "Oh, my dear Annnnn," he'd purred, thick tongued in a hoarse voice, pulling at his clothes while she laid there watching him.

Sure, he was getting soft with age and noticeably paunchy with an overhang of spare-tire around the middle, but the long, thick hardness of his lust swollen cock standing out from his strong, loins immediately dwarfed all else. Trembling sensations of shameless desire had shivered over her exciting nakedness, her craving eyes riveted on his large, sperm bloated testicles heavily swaying between his legs. God, how desperately she had hoped…!

Suddenly, he'd been on top of her, kissing her with wine dizzying passion, nibbling at the hardened pink nipples of her swollen breasts, running his big, searing hands over her wetly throbbing pussy, while his cock throbbed against the sensitive flesh of her thigh. He'd muttered and panted to her sensual writhings beneath him, choking out obscene, stimulating words and phrases of love that had fervidly goaded her to a point of whorish lust. God, she'd suck him if he'd let her! But no… no, not first! He had to… had to make her cum at least once before anything else, and she wanted to do nothing that might destroy that possibility!

He drunkenly crawled between her trembling thighs which she'd anxiously spread wide for him. "I'm going to fuck you right out of your mind, my dear, Ann!" he'd lewdly promised, using the right four-letter words to spur her on. Their graphic sounds fired her with wild chills of intensive passion.