Chapter 8
Tim Cassidy thanked the chauffeur and bid him goodnight, moving with
his swift long stride into the house. Arlene greeted him at the door.
"This had better be good!" he told his wife's cousin. He didn't know
why but she was beginning to annoy him more and more. "Never, never
should have fucked her," he added to himself as he followed the comely
brunette into the study. "Not at this stage of the game!"
Arlene smiled at Tim as he stood defiantly watching her in the study.
How handsome he is, she thought, how she longed to feel those strong
arms around her again ... that thick cock of his blotting out every
thought in her brain. How magnificent he is! Like a ferocious golden
lion'
"WELL!" Tim growled, "I didn't come out of that meeting to meet a
silly-assed broad, you know!" he couldn't help losing his temper as the
smiling girl kept on looking at him like that.
"You said it was important ..." he continued.
Arlene bridled, the spark gone from her eyes. How dare he talk to her
like that ... to HER ... She was the one who really understood him, who
really loved him ... who could really do all that needed to be done for
the Cassidy name! He would eat his words once he knew everything about
that little bitch he called a wife! She was unfit to be Tim Cassidy's
wife, cousin or no cousin'
Silently, but with trembling hands, Arlene got down the little recorder
from the hiding place she had finally found after half an hour's
looking. She pushed the "on" button and moved away from him, uncertain
of just what his reaction would be to the edited tape she had listened
to with burning ears a few minutes earlier. It was afterward that she
had called him and told him he must return immediately to the house.
"I ... want ... a girl ... just ... like the ... girl ... that married
... dear old ... DAD! ... You ain't seen nothing yet! ...
OOOOOOOOOhhhhh ... Erick! Erick! ... Fuck deeper fuck deeper ... FUCK
DEEPER ... DEEPER!!!"
Suspiciously Tim listened to the obscene tape. At first he thought that
Arlene was just playing some kind of joke on him ... that she thought
he might become aroused by such a thing, and then the realization
gradually dawned on him that it was his wife's voice, it was Sylvie on
the tape, and that the lewd coupling sounds and noises were absolutely
real. The recording appeared to be one of his wife and his brother
Erick screwing themselves silly!
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he growled angrily, staring menacingly at
Arlene, who was cringing against the wall. She had the definite feeling
that she had made a dreadful mistake.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" HAS ANYONE ELSE HEARD IT?" Tim shook with
rage, his face pale and white, his blonde hair disheveled and unruly.
"WHERE IS SYLVIE?" he finally asked, realizing that Arlene was too
frightened to speak.
Arlene motioned upstairs, and watched, terrified as Tim whirled out the
door and headed up the stairs taking them two at a time.
* * *
A shudder of wanton delight surged through Sylvie's raw, nerve tingling
body as her breasts heaved and quivered down upon Ron's chest, their
hardened nipples digging into his suit top. She fucked insanely with
him and his younger brother, feeling blissfully grateful to them ...
she did not fully know who they were, but hoped that one of them was
her husband, Tim. Because at last it was coming to a crashing roar
overtaking her like a breathtaking tidal wave of searing, indescribable
elation, roaring through her madly aroused body, filling her nakedly
striving cunt, as the lips worked and sucked at Ron's hard penis and
shattering through her rectum as Erick struck again and again within
its moist confines.
Her breath came in rasping and short frenzied gasps as the powerful
lightening-like sensations jolted her from the tip of her blonde curls
to her desperately contracting toes.
"Look at her go ..." Frank, the valet, mumbled as he stood nearby. He
would be ready to perform if called upon again, he thought, but it
looked as if it was all going to be over soon.
Tim rushed into the bedroom and then hurried to the dressing room, his
face ashen white as he heard his wife's voice.
"OOOOOHHHH GOD ... OH GOD ... I'M CUMMMMMM1NG ... CUMMMMMMMINGGG ...
OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as the two brother's cocks pierced her
tender undulating young body and they began to spew forth their jets of
viscid fluid, spurting white and hot against her inner walls, plunging
and expanding, swirling and pouring their last lust-driven load into
her quaking, clenching orifice.
A great burst of showering stars exploded inside her, racking her
entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling
madly. She felt herself blacking out, falling, falling, falling as the
torrential rain of pleasure granted her drugged body a much needed
rest.
Frank fled out the service door of the dressing room the moment that he
saw Tim Cassidy appear. But the brothers, Erick and Ron, only saw him
when it was much too late to do anything about it. They saw him as they
were bodily lifted up from the limp, swooning body of their brother's
satiated blonde wife.
"YOU FUCKERS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SYLVIE?? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO
HER??? FIRST THAT DISGUSTING TAPE AND NOW THIS!!!"
There seemed to be now no answer at all, or at least the answer was
self-evident, and both brothers knew the ludicrous position of being
caught with their spent cocks lewdly hanging out, still panting and
puffing from their adulterous activities.
They both trembled as their older brother clapped them each on the
neck, with a superior strength born of his fury. Angrily he knocked
their heads together, and flung them from him. They went sprawling
across the room, and then scrambled to their feet.
"GET OUT!!! GET OUT OF MY WIFE'S DRESSING ROOM!" Tim cried. "I'LL DEAL
WITH BOTH OF YOU LATER!!"
The 2 brothers fled the room, running through the bedroom and out the
bedroom door. There on the landing they bumped into Arlene who was
curiously waiting to see what was happening.
When Ron saw Arlene he knew that she was the one who had called Tim and
had him listen to the tape. He knew it without a word having been
spoken. Erick rushed to his room to put on some clothes, having left
his pants in his sister-in-law's bedroom.
Filled with a horrible combination of remorse and anger, frustration
and humiliation by his older brother, Ron grabbed Arlene by the arm and
propelled her along the hall until they had reached his room.
"Get in!" he told her, which caused her to tremble in terror. "Get in,
you sneaking bitch!"
* * *
When Sylvie came to she felt the soothing ripples warm water all around
her bruised and aching body. Her swollen breasts were being softly
massaged and gentle fingers moved over her naked body in the warm soft
water. The sweet scent of her favorite perfume rose to her nostrils and
as she opened her eyes she looked directly into Tim's deep blue eyes.
"How are you!!" His deep familiar voice filled her with a deep sense of
well-being. Far from a casual question, he really meant it from the
bottom of his heart, she knew. His hands continued to caress her
beneath the water, and she saw that she was in her own bath tub. She
couldn't remember it all, but gradually some details of her recent
ordeal came back to her confused mind.
She opened her mouth to speak. "Dar ... darling ..." she whispered. His
hands moved slowly along her thighs, touching her everywhere beneath
the water, slipping into the warmed split of her abused pussy, up
across her soft belly, moving along her golden body as though she were
a precious art work that he was only just appreciating for the very
first time.
"You'll tell me later ... now you must rest ..." Tim commanded sternly,
and moments later he was lifting her from the deep alabaster tub and
carrying her over to the thick fluffy towels where he dried her
carefully. Then he took her, still wrapped snugly in a large white
towel into the bedroom where he placed her upon the bed, ever so
carefully as though she were a mermaid he had just found upon the
beach.
He brought fragrant oils and lotions from her dressing room and began
to anoint her naked smoothness with them. His hands worked their
healing effect upon Sylvie as she lay, stunned as much by her husband's
quiet outpouring of love, as by all that had happened to her.
After a long while she began to talk, and when she did, she told him
everything, from the very beginning, leaving out no details and sparing
herself not at all in the moving confession that sometimes brought
tears to her blue eyes.
Tim asked only one question. "Is this the medicine bottle?" he
inquired, lifting the small brown bottle to his nose and sniffing it.
He recognized the pungent smell instantly as the liquid that an
ambassador's son had tried to give him as a gift, but that he had
refused. He knew that its powers were purported to be very great and
suspected just who had placed it in a medicine bottle and had it
brought to his wife.
His eyes smoldered with a deep rooted anger, but he said nothing. "I've
been terribly neglectful!" he said, letting his eyes roam over the
startlingly fresh beauty of his wife's gleaming, naked body before him
on the bed.
Very slowly he undressed, and climbed onto the bed beside her. Sylvie
felt his arms, strong and tender, wrapping themselves around her, and
felt his kisses begin to cover her face, her neck, her arms, the tips
of her breasts, her now quivering belly, her thighs, her legs, her
feet, her toes, and back up again. Now his tongue was lapping
subserviently along her nakedness, so lightly that it was like
butterfly's wings fluttering all over her. She felt her abused body
responding to his tender caresses, and realized that her hopes and
dreams of the past few months were finally coming true.
"Oh, Tim!" she sighed, turning suddenly toward him. Tim could feel the
split of his wife's long, silky legs pressing against his hipbone,
rubbing a little against his skin. Then her fingers moved lightly up
and down the shaft of his hard cock and she held his wildly erect penis
in her hand squeezing it tenderly and Tim abandoned himself to the
aching desire he felt for his wife. Sylvie rubbed her moistening blonde
pussy up against her district attorney husband, beginning to moan
softly to herself. The aftermath of her drugged session had made her
feel a sleepiness that translated into languorous sensuality, and she
felt Tim's cock jumping and twitching in her hand as he turned a little
towards her, his long legs intertwined with hers as he groped for her
golden brown breasts. Finding them, his fingers moved quickly pulling
at the small mounds of sensitive flesh until the nipples were hard and
tight. He kissed her so hard that Sylvie had to gasp for breath.
"OH, God, Tim!" she cried. She moved her whole body up against him now,
her hand slipping the foreskin of her husband's cock up and down more
and more and more rapidly. There was nothing so sweet as the desire she
felt for the man she had married. None of his brothers had been able to
duplicate this sensation.
"JESUS!" Tim groaned. "I ... I want to be inside of you ... Are you ...
Can I ...?" He wondered if his wife was in any condition for
lovemaking, after all she had been through. But he wanted her so badly
that he could hardly contain himself.
"MMMmmmmmm ... Yes ... Tim ... Tim, please ... I've been waiting so
long ... so long ... AAAaaaaaaaaah!" Sylvie moaned and writhed against
the young politician's hip and he could feel her hair-fringed pussy
soaking wet against him. She clutched at him wildly, and suddenly Tim
realized that she was cumming right there against his leg. The very
thought of it almost made him reach a climax himself, but he held back
just in time, as Sylvie fell back against his arms, her passion only
momentarily drained.
"I WANT YOU ... JESUS ... I WANT YOU SO BAD!!" Tim cried as much to
himself as to her. With his long legs he parted Sylvie's limp
unresisting thighs. She was all softness after her orgasm and waves of
lust traversed Tim's throbbing cock as he placed it in between her
legs. Searching out the pink ragged opening of her flowery pussy, he
positioned himself and let the blunt tip of his prick slide upward.
Sylvie shivered under him and suddenly was pushing hard. His pulsating
cock was slipping all the way up into the tightness of her perfumed
cunt. It sank deeper and deeper, filling her waiting, unresisting pussy
with all of its potent hardness, and Sylvie grunted and opened her legs
wide to receive him.
"OH SYLVIE ... YOU FEEL SO ... SO ...!" words failed him as he began to
fuck into his wife with rhythmic strokes. Never had he felt anything
like this before, even when they were first married. They began to move
together, spurred on by each other's cries.
"OH NEVER STOP, never stop ... I love you so ... I love you ...
wonderful ... wonderful ... your sweet cock is making me
cuuuummmmmmmmmm ooooooh IIIIIIIIII LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!"
The muscles of their young bodies were tightened to meet the demands of
their lust. Had anyone seen them, they would have been awed by the
warmth and tenderness of their intense desire.
Then Tim could feel himself cumming. Everything in him merging with
everything in her. His rock hard cock was immersed in softness and
wetness and tightness and he was stiffening and the white fluid of his
orgasm starting its projectile motion toward Sylvie's waiting womb.
"AAAAAHHHH!" The pleasure was sharp and he bit his lip as he spun madly
into the vortex of his orgasm, wrenching him over onto his wife's body,
as the hard splashes rose against her shivering pussy. Sylvie was
meeting his orgasm with her own, releasing it in a head-on collision
that sent them whirling together toward another world where politics
and family duty were unheard of.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH TIM DARLINGGGGGG!" she wailed arms and legs
thrashing as she tipped her receptive loins upward to receive as much
of her husband's life-giving force as possible.
As soon as Tim had cum he knew that he was ready to start again. "Got
to do it again!" he cried, moving his already swelling cock about in
her drenched warm tunnel of her vagina. "You'll never have to complain
again, honey ... I'll fuck you until you beg me to stop!"
Tim Cassidy thanked the chauffeur and bid him goodnight, moving with
his swift long stride into the house. Arlene greeted him at the door.
"This had better be good!" he told his wife's cousin. He didn't know
why but she was beginning to annoy him more and more. "Never, never
should have fucked her," he added to himself as he followed the comely
brunette into the study. "Not at this stage of the game!"
Arlene smiled at Tim as he stood defiantly watching her in the study.
How handsome he is, she thought, how she longed to feel those strong
arms around her again ... that thick cock of his blotting out every
thought in her brain. How magnificent he is! Like a ferocious golden
lion'
"WELL!" Tim growled, "I didn't come out of that meeting to meet a
silly-assed broad, you know!" he couldn't help losing his temper as the
smiling girl kept on looking at him like that.
"You said it was important ..." he continued.
Arlene bridled, the spark gone from her eyes. How dare he talk to her
like that ... to HER ... She was the one who really understood him, who
really loved him ... who could really do all that needed to be done for
the Cassidy name! He would eat his words once he knew everything about
that little bitch he called a wife! She was unfit to be Tim Cassidy's
wife, cousin or no cousin'
Silently, but with trembling hands, Arlene got down the little recorder
from the hiding place she had finally found after half an hour's
looking. She pushed the "on" button and moved away from him, uncertain
of just what his reaction would be to the edited tape she had listened
to with burning ears a few minutes earlier. It was afterward that she
had called him and told him he must return immediately to the house.
"I ... want ... a girl ... just ... like the ... girl ... that married
... dear old ... DAD! ... You ain't seen nothing yet! ...
OOOOOOOOOhhhhh ... Erick! Erick! ... Fuck deeper fuck deeper ... FUCK
DEEPER ... DEEPER!!!"
Suspiciously Tim listened to the obscene tape. At first he thought that
Arlene was just playing some kind of joke on him ... that she thought
he might become aroused by such a thing, and then the realization
gradually dawned on him that it was his wife's voice, it was Sylvie on
the tape, and that the lewd coupling sounds and noises were absolutely
real. The recording appeared to be one of his wife and his brother
Erick screwing themselves silly!
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he growled angrily, staring menacingly at
Arlene, who was cringing against the wall. She had the definite feeling
that she had made a dreadful mistake.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" HAS ANYONE ELSE HEARD IT?" Tim shook with
rage, his face pale and white, his blonde hair disheveled and unruly.
"WHERE IS SYLVIE?" he finally asked, realizing that Arlene was too
frightened to speak.
Arlene motioned upstairs, and watched, terrified as Tim whirled out the
door and headed up the stairs taking them two at a time.
* * *
A shudder of wanton delight surged through Sylvie's raw, nerve tingling
body as her breasts heaved and quivered down upon Ron's chest, their
hardened nipples digging into his suit top. She fucked insanely with
him and his younger brother, feeling blissfully grateful to them ...
she did not fully know who they were, but hoped that one of them was
her husband, Tim. Because at last it was coming to a crashing roar
overtaking her like a breathtaking tidal wave of searing, indescribable
elation, roaring through her madly aroused body, filling her nakedly
striving cunt, as the lips worked and sucked at Ron's hard penis and
shattering through her rectum as Erick struck again and again within
its moist confines.
Her breath came in rasping and short frenzied gasps as the powerful
lightening-like sensations jolted her from the tip of her blonde curls
to her desperately contracting toes.
"Look at her go ..." Frank, the valet, mumbled as he stood nearby. He
would be ready to perform if called upon again, he thought, but it
looked as if it was all going to be over soon.
Tim rushed into the bedroom and then hurried to the dressing room, his
face ashen white as he heard his wife's voice.
"OOOOOHHHH GOD ... OH GOD ... I'M CUMMMMMM1NG ... CUMMMMMMMINGGG ...
OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as the two brother's cocks pierced her
tender undulating young body and they began to spew forth their jets of
viscid fluid, spurting white and hot against her inner walls, plunging
and expanding, swirling and pouring their last lust-driven load into
her quaking, clenching orifice.
A great burst of showering stars exploded inside her, racking her
entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling
madly. She felt herself blacking out, falling, falling, falling as the
torrential rain of pleasure granted her drugged body a much needed
rest.
Frank fled out the service door of the dressing room the moment that he
saw Tim Cassidy appear. But the brothers, Erick and Ron, only saw him
when it was much too late to do anything about it. They saw him as they
were bodily lifted up from the limp, swooning body of their brother's
satiated blonde wife.
"YOU FUCKERS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SYLVIE?? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO
HER??? FIRST THAT DISGUSTING TAPE AND NOW THIS!!!"
There seemed to be now no answer at all, or at least the answer was
self-evident, and both brothers knew the ludicrous position of being
caught with their spent cocks lewdly hanging out, still panting and
puffing from their adulterous activities.
They both trembled as their older brother clapped them each on the
neck, with a superior strength born of his fury. Angrily he knocked
their heads together, and flung them from him. They went sprawling
across the room, and then scrambled to their feet.
"GET OUT!!! GET OUT OF MY WIFE'S DRESSING ROOM!" Tim cried. "I'LL DEAL
WITH BOTH OF YOU LATER!!"
The 2 brothers fled the room, running through the bedroom and out the
bedroom door. There on the landing they bumped into Arlene who was
curiously waiting to see what was happening.
When Ron saw Arlene he knew that she was the one who had called Tim and
had him listen to the tape. He knew it without a word having been
spoken. Erick rushed to his room to put on some clothes, having left
his pants in his sister-in-law's bedroom.
Filled with a horrible combination of remorse and anger, frustration
and humiliation by his older brother, Ron grabbed Arlene by the arm and
propelled her along the hall until they had reached his room.
"Get in!" he told her, which caused her to tremble in terror. "Get in,
you sneaking bitch!"
* * *
When Sylvie came to she felt the soothing ripples warm water all around
her bruised and aching body. Her swollen breasts were being softly
massaged and gentle fingers moved over her naked body in the warm soft
water. The sweet scent of her favorite perfume rose to her nostrils and
as she opened her eyes she looked directly into Tim's deep blue eyes.
"How are you!!" His deep familiar voice filled her with a deep sense of
well-being. Far from a casual question, he really meant it from the
bottom of his heart, she knew. His hands continued to caress her
beneath the water, and she saw that she was in her own bath tub. She
couldn't remember it all, but gradually some details of her recent
ordeal came back to her confused mind.
She opened her mouth to speak. "Dar ... darling ..." she whispered. His
hands moved slowly along her thighs, touching her everywhere beneath
the water, slipping into the warmed split of her abused pussy, up
across her soft belly, moving along her golden body as though she were
a precious art work that he was only just appreciating for the very
first time.
"You'll tell me later ... now you must rest ..." Tim commanded sternly,
and moments later he was lifting her from the deep alabaster tub and
carrying her over to the thick fluffy towels where he dried her
carefully. Then he took her, still wrapped snugly in a large white
towel into the bedroom where he placed her upon the bed, ever so
carefully as though she were a mermaid he had just found upon the
beach.
He brought fragrant oils and lotions from her dressing room and began
to anoint her naked smoothness with them. His hands worked their
healing effect upon Sylvie as she lay, stunned as much by her husband's
quiet outpouring of love, as by all that had happened to her.
After a long while she began to talk, and when she did, she told him
everything, from the very beginning, leaving out no details and sparing
herself not at all in the moving confession that sometimes brought
tears to her blue eyes.
Tim asked only one question. "Is this the medicine bottle?" he
inquired, lifting the small brown bottle to his nose and sniffing it.
He recognized the pungent smell instantly as the liquid that an
ambassador's son had tried to give him as a gift, but that he had
refused. He knew that its powers were purported to be very great and
suspected just who had placed it in a medicine bottle and had it
brought to his wife.
His eyes smoldered with a deep rooted anger, but he said nothing. "I've
been terribly neglectful!" he said, letting his eyes roam over the
startlingly fresh beauty of his wife's gleaming, naked body before him
on the bed.
Very slowly he undressed, and climbed onto the bed beside her. Sylvie
felt his arms, strong and tender, wrapping themselves around her, and
felt his kisses begin to cover her face, her neck, her arms, the tips
of her breasts, her now quivering belly, her thighs, her legs, her
feet, her toes, and back up again. Now his tongue was lapping
subserviently along her nakedness, so lightly that it was like
butterfly's wings fluttering all over her. She felt her abused body
responding to his tender caresses, and realized that her hopes and
dreams of the past few months were finally coming true.
"Oh, Tim!" she sighed, turning suddenly toward him. Tim could feel the
split of his wife's long, silky legs pressing against his hipbone,
rubbing a little against his skin. Then her fingers moved lightly up
and down the shaft of his hard cock and she held his wildly erect penis
in her hand squeezing it tenderly and Tim abandoned himself to the
aching desire he felt for his wife. Sylvie rubbed her moistening blonde
pussy up against her district attorney husband, beginning to moan
softly to herself. The aftermath of her drugged session had made her
feel a sleepiness that translated into languorous sensuality, and she
felt Tim's cock jumping and twitching in her hand as he turned a little
towards her, his long legs intertwined with hers as he groped for her
golden brown breasts. Finding them, his fingers moved quickly pulling
at the small mounds of sensitive flesh until the nipples were hard and
tight. He kissed her so hard that Sylvie had to gasp for breath.
"OH, God, Tim!" she cried. She moved her whole body up against him now,
her hand slipping the foreskin of her husband's cock up and down more
and more and more rapidly. There was nothing so sweet as the desire she
felt for the man she had married. None of his brothers had been able to
duplicate this sensation.
"JESUS!" Tim groaned. "I ... I want to be inside of you ... Are you ...
Can I ...?" He wondered if his wife was in any condition for
lovemaking, after all she had been through. But he wanted her so badly
that he could hardly contain himself.
"MMMmmmmmm ... Yes ... Tim ... Tim, please ... I've been waiting so
long ... so long ... AAAaaaaaaaaah!" Sylvie moaned and writhed against
the young politician's hip and he could feel her hair-fringed pussy
soaking wet against him. She clutched at him wildly, and suddenly Tim
realized that she was cumming right there against his leg. The very
thought of it almost made him reach a climax himself, but he held back
just in time, as Sylvie fell back against his arms, her passion only
momentarily drained.
"I WANT YOU ... JESUS ... I WANT YOU SO BAD!!" Tim cried as much to
himself as to her. With his long legs he parted Sylvie's limp
unresisting thighs. She was all softness after her orgasm and waves of
lust traversed Tim's throbbing cock as he placed it in between her
legs. Searching out the pink ragged opening of her flowery pussy, he
positioned himself and let the blunt tip of his prick slide upward.
Sylvie shivered under him and suddenly was pushing hard. His pulsating
cock was slipping all the way up into the tightness of her perfumed
cunt. It sank deeper and deeper, filling her waiting, unresisting pussy
with all of its potent hardness, and Sylvie grunted and opened her legs
wide to receive him.
"OH SYLVIE ... YOU FEEL SO ... SO ...!" words failed him as he began to
fuck into his wife with rhythmic strokes. Never had he felt anything
like this before, even when they were first married. They began to move
together, spurred on by each other's cries.
"OH NEVER STOP, never stop ... I love you so ... I love you ...
wonderful ... wonderful ... your sweet cock is making me
cuuuummmmmmmmmm ooooooh IIIIIIIIII LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!"
The muscles of their young bodies were tightened to meet the demands of
their lust. Had anyone seen them, they would have been awed by the
warmth and tenderness of their intense desire.
Then Tim could feel himself cumming. Everything in him merging with
everything in her. His rock hard cock was immersed in softness and
wetness and tightness and he was stiffening and the white fluid of his
orgasm starting its projectile motion toward Sylvie's waiting womb.
"AAAAAHHHH!" The pleasure was sharp and he bit his lip as he spun madly
into the vortex of his orgasm, wrenching him over onto his wife's body,
as the hard splashes rose against her shivering pussy. Sylvie was
meeting his orgasm with her own, releasing it in a head-on collision
that sent them whirling together toward another world where politics
and family duty were unheard of.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH TIM DARLINGGGGGG!" she wailed arms and legs
thrashing as she tipped her receptive loins upward to receive as much
of her husband's life-giving force as possible.
As soon as Tim had cum he knew that he was ready to start again. "Got
to do it again!" he cried, moving his already swelling cock about in
her drenched warm tunnel of her vagina. "You'll never have to complain
again, honey ... I'll fuck you until you beg me to stop!"
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