What had she done to him? What WAS she doing to him? Her ass?? Had she stuck his dick to her anus? Was she now sitting down… down… down over his cock?

"Oh… baby… baby… baby… oh, baby!"

"Like that, don't you, stud?" Marne asked, not needing an answer, not even the affirmative groaning Creagon obliged by giving her. Marne already knew how much Creagon liked his cock up her rectum. Sticking her ass could really turn her husband on; putting his cock inside there by surprise, when Creagon hadn't been expecting it, was really doing good things for him.

Marne torqued her anus further down over the length of Creagon's cock. Unlubricated segments of Creagon's cock neck were now being forced into Marne's bowel. But, the entering cock corona had leaked sufficient juices along the anal walls so that even the dry cock shaft that came behind could enter without causing Marne any undue pain.

Indeed, at the moment, Marne was feeling anything but pain. Because, Marne had always been able to enjoy a good screw of her rectum. And, there was no cock that felt quite as good as Creagon's cock could feel stuck to its heavy balls up Marne's clutching anus. Marne certainly wasn't feeding Creagon's cock up her ass hole entirely for Creagon's pleasure. All right, that was part of it, since Creagon's obvious pleasure acted as a stimulant to make Marne's own swelling ecstasy balloon further. But, Marne was having a good time, too.

"Ugggggggghhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Creagon groaned helplessly, his hands reflexively kneading his wife's ripe breasts like a baker might knead fresh dough.

Marne, already two-thirds of the way down the length of her husband's uplifted prick, knew she was almost home free. Concentrating as much as possible on the task at hand, she jiggled her ass seductively and sat harder. Like a girl slipping down the length of a greased pole, Marne's rectum dropped over the last of Creagon's blood-bloated penis.