
So, Marne held the cock straight up. She slowly dropped her pussy down toward it. She didn't come down hard and fast like a pile driver. Oh, no! She did it slowly, like she and Creagon both liked it. She dropped down until it felt as if it would be forever before her cunt mouth made contact with his cock head.
However, when contact was almost made, when Creagon's pulpy cock head first felt the tickling scratch of the fire-hued hair curled in the vee of Marne's crotch, it was almost as good as if Creagon's cock had just been socked up Marne's cunt to his cock roots. And, when the rubbery cock head actually made contact with Marne's juiced cunt lips, the resulting shock of electricity that darted quickly down into Creagon's body and up into Marne's squatted form, made them both groan out simultaneously.
"Like that?" Marne asked as soon as she had sufficiently recovered from the initial flushing of pleasure. "Like the feel of your fat cock head being rubbed along the mouth of my hair-fringed cunt?"
"You know I do, baby," Creagon answered, his voice low and breathless, feeling as wife moved his cock head back and forth… back and forth… back and forth along her smoothly damp cunt opening.
"You want me to sit down over this fat cock of yours, horny husband of mine? You want your pretty wife's cunt to gobble up all of your cock, right on down to your fat cum-bulged balls, like some toothless whore giving you head?"
"Oh, Christ, Marne, stick it in! Stick it in! Stick it in!"
Creagon knew, given the chance, Marne would continue to tease him until Creagon was half crazy. The fact that Creagon was well aware that any delay would only make the pleasure of insertion all the more intense when it came, didn't make him any the less anxious to have at Marne's cunt right then and there. Creagon wanted the feel of his wife's juice-sopped vagina wrapped snugly around his penis as tightly as any rubber glove ever wrapped a hand and fingers. The only way to speed things up was to get his wife as anxious for the plugging as he was.
