In, out. Andrea's eyes slowly rolled back as she felt her climax building with each stroke. Slowly, slowly now, there's no hurry, she restrained herself, resisting the urge to clamp all her insides down on her husband's trunk with the swollen veins embedded in the silky coat of skin over the unyielding, fully engorged tissue beneath. Just a twitch of her muscles, she knew more wouldn't be necessary to whisk her away into the clutches of a rampant orgasm. And yet —
Open! Need to — keep myself open —, she groaned inwardly. The smooth glans of Rick's c**k rushed in again. Its tip tickled against the deep end of her v****a as she bottomed out, and the rear ridge of the hot cone rubbed straight across the ring of her cervix.
Must — hold — b—back — b — baaggnnghh!
The huge, swollen rod retrea
