Marilyn's lust swam thickly between her legs. Her pussy was engulfed with desire, with real need for the man, for his body… for his cock!

"Let me look at you." He rose above her, almost sitting up on the bed. "You are so sexy!"

"I love you." She touched his powerful hard-on.

"Let me look at you." He did not move away from her pressing fingers. "Walk. Just walk across the room. Naked. Just like this." He fondled a boob. "Let me see you. See all of you. I want to look at your body. Your beautiful, naked, sexy body." He kissed her boob.

"Dave, yes. Of course." Marilyn swiveled on her tail and swung her lithe legs to the floor, giving the man – her man! – a sight of her butt as she rose.

Turning, Marilyn stood with legs together, the dark nipples against her pale flesh matched by the darker triangle of hair that marked her cunt. She smiled, raised her hands behind her head to separate her breasts and make them look even bigger and firmer, then began to walk around the bed. She crossed the room, turned and walked back, looking at her husband all the time, eyes going from his stiff prick up his solid torso to his brown eyes and dark brown hair, then back down – very quickly – to his hard dick again.

Marilyn waked almost to the draperies, then turned and stood still, legs apart to display her snatch.

"Marilyn!" He gasped the word, desire suddenly urgent, hammering right in his balls. "Come here. Oh, Marilyn. Oh. I love you. So much." He sat on the edge of the bed, arms up, palms out flat, beckoning her to him.

Marilyn went to him quickly, ready for his love, for his body, for the sex she wanted so badly. Sex with the man she loved.

Dave's hands closed behind the blonde's back. His fingers slid over her round cheeks, digging into the flesh. He leaned forward and planted his mouth right on the standing girl's cunt, tongue probing for the clit.