“Okay, boy,” I gasp, falling on Terry and pushing him down beneath me. “Off of your knees now. That truly was my greatest pleasure ever.”
Mashed flat beneath me, crushed into that impossibly plush rug with my c**k still buried deep inside him, my newly broken-in husband can only pant and moan and try to somehow come to terms with what has just happened to him. And what is happening again. For as soon as I catch my breath I start f*****g him again.
Right away he spreads his legs as wide as possible, grips fistfuls of rug and breathes my name like a benediction. In response I rise up a bit, propping my upper body on my arms, and pound down into his eager ass harder than ever. Still he moans like a w***e and lifts and spreads for me.
“What was all that about being gentle, b***h?” I hiss in
