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... pulled her legs back until they pressed against her chest, her arms wrapped around them tightly, exposing her slickly shaved pussy to me: "Well?" she asked. Holy fuck, I couldn't believe my eyes or ears. We tried a little bit of pussy whipping in the past, but she was never really into it. I could tell she had just agreed to it because it was something in my perverted mind. But now, she was almost challenging me. She even seemed like she was eager to do it. I jumped to my feet and located my belt. I took up my position at the foot of the bed. Her shiny pink pussy was laid out before my eyes, vulnerable and inviting. I could feel my mouth salivating. If I didn't swallow it, I would have drooled on the bedroom floor right then and there. Instead, I reared back with my belt doubled over and brought it down on her tender labia with a hard SNAP! She reeled and called out involuntarily: "OH…GOD!" I waited for more information from her. It didn't take long: "AGAIN!" She pulled her legs back even further and waited. "THWACK!" I landed a stroke squarely down onto the most tender and vulnerable part of her anatomy. "OH HOLY FUCK!" she replied clearly. My cock raged with each subsequent stroke of my belt stinging her reluctant but willing cunt. At any time she could have released her legs and covered her genitals, or she could have invoked the safe word, but instead she met each belt whipping with courageous defiance, again and again, until I just couldn't keep it up. Her pussy was ...

... already bright red, and plus, I had other ideas that I wanted to try before she decided to call it a night. I could sense that she was close to an orgasm just by how her vagina glistened with wetness. I abandoned my belt in favor of using my fingers to bring her the release she sought. "UNNNNGH!" she groaned as my two middle fingers invaded her hot opening. I knew enough to curl them up so that they stimulated her G-spot, and her body movements provided the rest of the journey, as her hips shuddered and her body climaxed in dramatic fashion. I could feel her pelvic muscles clamp down on my fingers and release them time and time again. So, I watched as her chest heaved dramatically in an attempt to take in as much air as she needed and I waited patiently for her to resume some semblance of normalcy before I climbed on top of her prone body, my throbbing cock swinging wildly over her face, and I straddled her chest. Her face registered such a blissful post-orgasmic smile, that I felt like I could do anything I wanted to relieve my pent-up pressure, and that's just what I did. I pinned her arms to her side with my knees, and dangled my stiff member over her face. She opened her eyes momentarily and just smiled and opened her mouth. In all the years we were married, I had never tried to deep throat her or otherwise make her choke or gag on my cock. If I'm being honest, I am only averagely endowed, but I was always careful to allow her to have complete control during those rare times ...